"It's dat same fellah!" cried Watermelon Pete. "I dun see him on de ribber an' at de ranch, too!"
"Yes, the fellow who was left in a cell at Red Rock," returned the white man. "How did you escape?" he went on, to Dick.
"Smashed the door and came out in a hurry," answered Dick. He saw no harm in telling the truth.
"Where is your brother?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"Don't get funny with me," growled the man.
"Are you alone?" he continued, peering around in the darkness.
"You had better find out."
"Why don't you finish him off, Puller?" came from the negro. "Ain't nobody else around."
"You're a fine rascal!" burst out Dick. "If you touch me, there is going to be trouble."