It had been too dark for Tonto to distinguish anything. He didn't even know which man had been shot until he struck matches and identified Rangoon.
When Tonto finished his narration, Yuma broke in impatiently.
"Look here, stranger, how long d'yuh figger on leavin' me like this? My belly's fit tuh meet my spine."
The masked man, with Tonto's help, untied the big prisoner, and slid him from his horse.
"You all right?" he asked.
"My head's achin' fit tuh split. What in hell did yuh hit me with?"
"You tripped, and your head rapped the floor."
"Oh!"
Yuma made no resistance as he was retied, his hands behind his back. He obediently climbed into his saddle when ordered to do so.