“You’re a member of the Branded Brotherhood?”
“Yes.”
“And Ricardo is your captain?”
The fellow shivered again.
“Yes,” he answered reluctantly; “but I’ll be killed fer tellin’.”
“You’ll be killed, if you don’t tell. Now, where is your camp? No lying; for if you deceive me in anything, I shall come back here and shoot you for it.”
“Camp’s back in ther hills,” answered the subdued ruffian.
“Just where?”
“’Bout a half a mile back.”
“The way to get there?”