“Why the holdup?” demanded Jack.
The man who had spoken now advanced to Jack and looked him keenly in the face. Although carrying the general appearance of the gang of half-breeds at his back, the boys could see by the fellow’s face and manner that he was different from the others.
“You are Jack Bosworth?” he asked.
“That’s my name,” replied the boy.
“You are here on a mission for your father?”
“I am here on a hunting trip.”
“With business on the side, eh?”
“No business at all,” replied Jack.
“We know better than that!” the stranger answered.
“What do you want of us?” asked Jack.