“‘I no lak hear much talk. Better show how still you keep,’ mumbled Tally, taking Ben’s dirty bandanna and gagging his mouth.
“Then the Indian left his prisoner and returned to the camp-site.
“Meanwhile the cook had unbuckled one of the packs, but found it contained the portable stove. With an impatient oath he leaned over to feel of the other pannier, when a bright idea seemed to come to him.
“‘Sure ’nuff! why carry the stuff over to the fire, when you lazy critters kin do it for ole Bill: Gid’dap! As he spoke he yanked at Good-for-Nuttin’s bridle and dragged her by the head in the direction of the camp-fire.
“So occupied was Bill in trying to get the three burros to move over to the fire, that he failed to see the silent shadow which now leapt from the woods and landed directly behind him. So close, in fact, that Bill, in taking a backward step while pulling on Nuttin’s harness, felt an unexpected impediment in his pathway. In a flash he felt a hand on his hip and his revolver was gone! Instead of wheeling to confront whoever it was that did this. Bill tried to dash for the burros and get behind them. Tally was too quick.
“Bill dashed, it is true, but Tally could dash, too. And he did, landing as close to his second prisoner as he had stood a moment before.
“‘No goot! han’s up!’ commanded Tally, pushing the cold barrel of the gun up against the temple of the man.
“The rascal’s hands went up, but he turned to see who had captured him. A wicked gleam of fury shot from his eyes when he recognized the guide of the party that he had robbed.
“‘Now, meester outlaw, jes’ mosey up to that fine hoss over there,’ commanded Tally, coolly.
“‘Won’t you let me say a word to my pal?’ demanded Bill, trying to seem brave.