"Und he vos on dot horse!"
"Yes—a captive!"
"Dot's vat he vos!"
"Our own horses—where are they? We must pursue! What have become of our horses?"
"Dose pandits haf dooken them, I susbect."
This was true; Frank had killed two of the horses belonging to the bandits, but the desperadoes had escaped with the three animals hired by our friends.
But that was not the worst, for Professor Scotch had been captured and carried away by the bold ruffians.
Frank heard the professor's appeals for help, and heard a mocking, cold-blooded laugh that he knew came from the lips of Carlos Merriwell.
Then the clatter of hoofs passed on down the street, growing fainter and fainter, till they left the town for the open plain, and finally died out in the night.