"Yuma was pretty hard on you," the Lone Ranger said. "I'm sorry that he acted as he did, but there is still a lot that you don't understand. Do you feel strong enough to leave here?"
Bryant snarled, "I'm strong enough tuh do anything you do!"
"Good. We are going to your home in the Basin."
"Sort of nervy, ain't yuh?"
"Why?"
"Yuh won't live ten minutes after I git there amongst my men."
"We'll see about that. There are some things that I want to tell you. We'll talk about them as we ride."
"I ain't ridin' in there hog-tied."
"I'm going to untie you." It was but the work of a moment to free the old man; then the Lone Ranger aided him to his feet. Bryant tried to push away the masked man's help, but found himself unable to stand without some aid. Grumbling something about "bein' weak from loss of blood," Bryant permitted himself to be helped down the ledge and to the saddle. The Lone Ranger leaped behind him, and the two were on their way.