"One hundred and forty dollars—and I don't want to lose it, either."
"Let me carry it for you, lad."
"No, I'll carry it myself. And I reckon I'll go back," went on the sailor boy.
"You'll hand that money over to me," cried the burly man.
"What, would you rob me?" gasped the youth.
"I want that money, and I am bound to have it," came coolly from the burly individual. "We are alone out here, so it won't help you to make a fuss about it."
"You brought me here to rob me!" cried the sailor boy. "I thought something was wrong. Well, you ain't going to rob me just yet. Get up there!" The last words to his horse.
"Stop!" roared the burly man, and urging his own steed forward he caught the other horse. "That money, I say, or I'll——"
"Hi! leave him alone!" cried Mark, riding forward. "Leave him alone, you villain!"
"We don't allow no highway robbery in these parts," sang out Jed Dickson.