"Get down! Get down," warned Frank. "You'll give us all away."
Nestor pointed to the ridge, from which the outlaws had now disappeared,
and threw himself down by the side of the boys.
"Did you bring anything to eat?" demanded Frank, rubbing his stomach.
"Where are the secret service men?" asked Fenton.
"This looks like a Boy Scout convention," Jimmie put in. "Where did
you come from, and why didn't the guards come with you?"
In a few words Nestor explained the situation. He had left the secret
service men to convey the prisoners to El Paso, and had entered alone
upon a search for his friends. In a short time he had come upon signs
in stones left by Shaw and Fenton, and had followed them to the place of meeting.
"What's the matter with the secret service men?" asked Shaw.
"Aw, they're jealous of Nestor!" Jimmie put in. "I reckon they wouldn't
much care if Nestor had been geezled instead of Fremont."
"They did all they were ordered to do," Nestor replied. "It is now up
to us to release Fremont. "I'm glad he knows we are here," Nestor added,
after due explanation had been made by Jimmie and Shaw. "He'll be on the
lookout for us."
"How are you going to get him?" asked Fenton.
"You've heard of cutting cattle out of a herd?" smiled Nestor. "Well,
that is the way we are going to get Fremont. We're going to cut him out."
CHAPTR XVII.
PLENTY OF BLACK BEARS.
"There's four of us now," Jimmie urged, "and we've all got guns,
so we ought to go after the lobsters and get Fremont away from them.
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