"Because I will not risk a snap shot from you when you might possibly get a chance to fire it."
"Well, I can't kick. You are the fiddler, just now, and I have got to dance to your tune. If the tables turn again, however, you will dance to mine, I warn you."
"Should the tables turn, you will have a chance to deal as honorably with me as I have done with you."
"And I'll do it, too."
The outlaw turned the other way, Dick's precaution against a snap shot, while he was removing his weapons, and in a moment was disarmed. His rifle, a brace of revolvers, and a knife lay on the ground.
"These things are not to be left here," he said.
"Certainly not," answered Dick; "I will bring them along with me. Go ahead, now, to the place where you want to hide the money."
"All right, follow me. I will take you to a place that is known only to myself."
He started off.
Dick, having gathered up the weapons, followed.