The two returned to the proximity of Rangoon and made ready to start riding.
"Yuh can't leave me here," the scar-faced outlaw shouted.
The Lone Ranger looked at him and said deliberately, "Why not?"
"What if I starve, what if I'm et up by animals?"
"That," retorted the masked man, "would be easier than the way the Snake Flats homesteaders died when Abe Larkin killed them."
Rangoon's eyes went wide at the mention of the name he formerly had used and the people he had killed.
"What d'yuh know about them?" he cried.
"The law is still keeping a noose ready for Abe Larkin."
"Where yuh goin'?" There was panic in Rangoon's voice as he saw the two mount and point their horses toward the Basin. The Lone Ranger said, "Come on, Silver."
Rangoon tugged at his ropes, struggled with them until his wrists were almost bleeding. His courage, as darkness fell in the woodland clearing, ebbed until he was reduced to a sniveling, sobbing wretch with scant resemblance to the swaggering monster that had bullied Penelope.