incoats. One was a tall fellow with a heavy beard."

"That's our game, Curly!" was the exclamation on the second launch.
"About a mile up the river, you say?"

"About that--or maybe a mile and a half," replied Dan Baxter.

"Thank you. We'll get after them now!" And in a moment more the second
launch sheered off and started up the Ohio through the mist and rain.

As soon as it was out of sight the men in the cabin of the _Dora_ came
out again.

"That was well done, kid," cried he called Pick. "And it was well you
did it that way. If you had said we were aboard you might have got a
dose of lead in your head."

"I always keep my word," replied Baxter.

"You're a game young rooster, and I reckon I can't call you kid no
more. What's your handle?"

"What's yours?"

"Pick Loring."

"You're a horse thief, it seems."

"I don't deny it."

"My name is Dan Baxter, and this is my friend, Lew Flapp."

"Glad to know you. This is my pard in business, Hamp Gouch. We had to
quit in a hurry, but I reckon we fell in the right hands," and Pick
Loring closed one eye suggestively and questioningly.

"You're safe with us, Loring,--if you'll give us a lift."

"I always stick to them as sticks to me."

"If you want to stay on this houseboat for a while you can do it."

"We'll have to stay on this craft. It's about the only place we'll be
safe--for a day or two at least."

"You can stay a couple of weeks, if you want to--all providing you'll
lend us your assistance."

"It's a go. Now what's your game? You must have one, or you wouldn't
act in this style," said Pick Loring.

CHAPTER XXV

PLOTTING AGAINST DORA AND NELLIE

"In the first place," said Dan Baxter, "perhaps we had better give
some directions to that man on the launch."

"What kind of directions?"

"We want to go straight down the river for the present."

"He'll take you down. I told him not to go near either shore."

"Is he to be trusted?"

"Sure. He'll do anything I tell him to."

"Very well, then, that is settled. In the second place, tell me if
I am right. You are both wanted for stealing sixteen horses over at
a place called Kepples."

"Who told you we took sixteen horses?"

"I read about it in the papers a couple of days ago."

"Well, the report is true. I don't deny it."

"You were fleeing from the officers of the law."

"That's as straight as shooting," came from Hamp Gouch.

"If we help you to escape, will you stick by us in a