A panther-like bound carried the Indian forward; he fell upon Deadly Dan, tore the knife from his hand, and made him captive.
“Bring him along,” said the youth, turning away.
The Sport did not resist. He seemed to have bewildered him.
As he moved along, the Indian completely disarmed him; he was at the mercy of the pair.
When a halt was made Deadly Dan found himself before two horses that stood in the shadow of the gulch walls.
“One moment, boy,” said Dan, turning to the strange youth. “I want to know what this means? Tell Deadly Dan what you are going to do with him. I’m the Wolf of the Rosebud again. I can hear anything.”
A smile flitted across the boy’s handsome countenance, and he answered by thrusting a card into the Sport’s hand.
Dan glanced at it curiously, and threw himself back in the saddle until his body was in the moonlight. Then, holding the card before his eager eyes, he read—
“JUDGE LYNCH, Jr.
“Court always in session,” etc., etc.