Philip’s face changed suddenly, and he uttered an exclamation of dismay. He really believed that his life was in danger.
“There he is!” he ejaculated, his eyes nearly starting out of his head.
Harry turned, and his glance, too, fell on the menacing face of the outlaw. But his face did not reflect the terror so plainly to be seen on Philip’s. It should be remembered, however—for I do not wish to give our hero more credit than he really deserves for his courage—that he knew help was near at hand, and Philip didn’t.
Ralph Temple didn’t speak at first. Then he looked from Philip to Harry, and demanded, savagely:
“Who released that boy?”
“I did,” answered Harry, undaunted.
“How dared you do it!” again demanded Temple, in the same tone.
“I thought he must be uncomfortable.”
Temple looked at him as if puzzled to account for his cool courage. It was evident that here was a boy who would not be easily scared.
“Did you know that I tied him?” asked Temple, fiercely.