“What are you going to do?” demanded Slim, who wasn’t sure whether Chuck was in earnest or was merely trying to scare the rustler.
“I’m going to drag the information I want out of this cheap desperado,” replied the cowboy detective.
Chuck walked toward his horse, straightened the rope out after him. Cook attempted to free himself, but Chuck had done a neat job.
The Circle Four cowboy mounted his cayuse and turned back to Cook.
“There’s one more chance. Who was with you?”
Still the rustler’s lips were sealed and with a warning glance at Slim not to interfere, Chuck spoke to his horse. The cayuse moved ahead and the rope tightened.
A startled cry broke from Cook’s lips.
“I’ll talk!” he screamed, “I’ll talk! Don’t drag me over these rocks.”
Chuck dismounted.
“I thought it would work,” he grinned at Slim. “This fellow’s yellow clear through.”