"Where's your horse?"
"I am afoot, Senor."
"Stop it! Don't try any of your Mex. jokes. You afoot, and with them spurs on your shanks?" and the cowboy pointed to the enormous silver spurs on the man's boots.
"That's one of the fellows that stampeded them steers last night," said Frank, with conviction.
The Mexican looked startled. His black eyes shot glances around the group which faced him.
"Look out that we're not ambushed," said Rhoda in a low voice.
"There may be others around."
"We'll keep our eyes open," said Tom easily. "Guess I'll tie this fellow's wrists, just the same."
He removed his neckerchief as he spoke. He twisted it into a string, and suddenly snatched the Mexican's hands behind him. The fellow exploded some objection in his own language, and would have fought Tom, but Kane thrust the weapon he held forward again and the prisoner subsided.
Meanwhile Bess excitedly whispered to the other girls:
"Do you know who I believe he is? I feel sure of it!"