"What was he trying to get you to tell him?"
"He accused me of being a Texas Ranger, a member of some fellow's band, a fellow named McKay."
"The band or the man?" questioned Tad.
"That was the man's name. Billy McKay. He's a captain of Rangers, or something of the sort, it doesn't matter much what."
"I rather think it does," answered Butler dryly.
"How so?"
"Why, don't you see, it means that if the Texas Rangers are after this fellow he must be wanted for something very serious. Who is he?"
"You may search me. Stacy may be right after all. There are plenty of Germans in Mexico, so why not some of them up here to stir up trouble? He looks like pictures I have seen of some of those Hun assassins," declared Ned Rector.
"I think I will search him. He may have some more weapons about his person."
Tad found a bowie knife in the mountaineer's boot, but that was the only weapon left on his person. Tad threw the knife away. About this time the prisoner began to show signs of returning consciousness.