"You can put down your hands, my son, if you're getting tired."
"You won't shoot?" asked Roswell in pretended alarm.
"Not much," replied the other, with a laugh; "I haven't a charge in my weapon nor a single cartridge with me; but all the same, I'll keep an eye on you."
"Not doubting your word, I have to inform you that my pistol is loaded, and I now shall take charge of you."
As he spoke, Roswell produced his weapon, and the other was at his mercy.
CHAPTER XXII.
A LION IN THE PATH.
To put it mildly, the man was astonished. Not dreaming the boy was armed, he had been foolish enough to announce that he had brought him to terms by the display of a useless weapon. He stared in amazement at Roswell, and then elevated both hands. The boy laughed.
"You needn't do that; I am not afraid of you. If you will lead me to the spot where you and Hardman hid our gold, I will set you free."