“It is,” was the rejoinder, “I mean to make you useful to me in many ways. As my slaves in Trembling Mountain I’ll make you wish every hour of the day that you had never tried to thwart Black Ramon. Forward!”
At the command the band dashed off. Coyote Pete, still unconscious, tied to the saddle of his horse. The boys’ gags had been removed, as had the professor’s of course, and as the rush of hoofs drowned other sounds, Walt found an opportunity to say to Ralph:
“Thank goodness, old Jack’s still at large. Depend upon it, he’ll find some way to get the Mexican Rangers and help us out of this.”
But Ralph shook his head.
“We’re at the last ditch now, Walt,” he replied. “I don’t see a chance for us.”
CHAPTER XIX.
WHAT COYOTE DID.