Chester made no reply. Uncle John remained silent.
"We'll see," said the newcomer briefly.
Still covering them with his weapon, he put his free hand in Chester's pocket and relieved the lad of his revolver. A similar operation and Uncle John's gun came forth. Uncle John could keep quiet no longer.
"There goes my gun," he said sorrowfully.
In spite of the seriousness of the situation Chester was forced to laugh.
"Don't worry; you'll get it back," he replied.
"You think so, eh?" sneered the newcomer. "Tell me," addressing Chester, "what are you doing here?"
"That's for you to find out," replied the lad.
"Well, I'll find out," exclaimed the man. "Do you know who I am?"
"Why, yes; your name is Robard, isn't it?"