“Who are you?” exclaimed Elmer Greer, issuing from his hiding place.
“Don’t you know me?”
“No,” replied the villain. “Come, be quick, answer my question.”
The fellow began to laugh and his laughter seemed more like the scream of a hyena than anything else.
“I’m Tambourine Jack,” he said, at length, drawing a tambourine from under his coat and jingling it, at which the dog Crackers set up a dismal howl.
Greer caught the fellow, but released his hold when he felt the dog’s teeth grasp his leg.
“Down, Crackers, down,” cried Tambourine Jack, shaking himself free.
Elmer drew his pistol and pointed it at the cur.
“Don’t shoot, you’ll be sorry,” said the owner. “I have business with you. Come nearer; I must not let the lady hear it.”
The rascal stooped to enable Tambourine Jack to whisper to him.