"I was told that the leader was a man called 'Yuma.'"
"I heard that. I heard what you told the redskin."
"Gimlet mentioned the same name just before he died."
"But that's a blasted—" Yuma broke off, leaving his speech suspended.
"We'll push ahead now," the Lone Ranger said.
When they were on their way again, the masked man noticed that his prisoner was deep in thought. There were furrows across his forehead; his eyes were half-shut in heavy concentration.
"You haven't told me who you are yet," the Lone Ranger said finally.
"Tain't none of yer business," was the reply. Yuma went on as if simply voicing the thoughts that had been broken by the speech. "Don't make sense at all," he muttered. "Bryant wouldn't let Penny git hurt." The volume of his speech increased a bit. "Dammit all tuh hell an' gone, I never seen a man like you. I bet by gosh, yuh would drill Bryant if yuh thought he bossed the murderin' o' them Rangers."
"Don't you think that would be justified?"