"Where did those boys come from?" he demanded.
"I don't know. Said they was two kids out campin' and takin' a stroll."
"Taking a stroll, eh?" said the other ferociously; "they were taking a stroll looking for that Wren."
"How do you know?"
"Because they are the same two kids who stole her from us just as we were going to demand a ransom for her."
"That was before I joined the band. No wonder I didn't know them; if I had——"
He scowled vindictively.
"Well, we can't let 'em get away. Here, give me that rifle," demanded the newcomer.
The other handed it to him. The next instant a report rang out and a bullet whizzed over the boys' heads.
"Come back here," shouted the man who had fired the shot; "I want to see you."