“When you release a couple of wolves,” the scout remarked, “it’s a good plan to draw their fangs. Now, then, Banks and Hendricks, show us your heels; and remember this, both of you: If your trails ever again cross mine, you’ll have cause to regret it.”
“They’ll not cross yours if I’ve got anythin’ ter say erbout it!” cried Banks.
“Them’s my sentiments, too!” added Hendricks.
With that the two villains loped away.
The scout turned to Bascomb, on whose wrists Hawkins had just slipped a pair of bracelets.
“Bascomb, otherwise Slocum,” said the scout, “you’re my prisoner. I have orders to take you to Fort Apache.”
Bascomb whirled on the scout like a tiger.
“Ye’re after me fer desertin’, hey?” he snarled.
“That’s it.”