Dick threw down the rifle and raised the Indian’s head, calling his name again and again; but Dr. Dan showed no sign of life.
“Oh, he’s dead! He’s dead!” cried Dick. “What shall I do?”
“Do drop him!” said a sneering voice behind him. “His name is Mud, and so is mine, and so is yours, too, Dick Darrell, unless you and I can come to terms.”
There he was!
The same old Martin Mudd, and there stood Tony beside him grinning.
Both held revolvers, and both covered Dick as the boy slowly rose to his feet to face his enemies once more.
CHAPTER XXIII.
IS THIS STRANGE STORY TRUE?
It was decidedly despairing.
Moreover, Dick was intensely puzzled to understand how Mudd and Tony came to be there.
The fact was Dick still had a lot to learn about the twists and turns of this mysterious mountain.