Panther Pete tried to struggle, but he was helpless.
“Surrender!”
“I—I surrender!” the rascal gurgled in fright.
Buffalo Bill lifted his revolver and fired it, for the purpose of summoning Wild Bill; and soon after he heard the clatter of Wild Bill’s pony—the pony that had been the property of Garland.
They soon came in sight round the end of the hill—Garland mounted in front and tied, and behind him, on the same pony, Wild Bill, with revolver ready.
There was never a more astonished man than Garland, when the pony had brought him under the bluffs, and he saw there his leader, helpless and choking in the grasp of Buffalo Bill.
Wild Bill slid from the back of the pony and ran to his pard’s aid.
“Just tie him, as quick as you can,” said Buffalo Bill.
He released the villain’s throat, but held his revolver before his eyes.
Wild Bill lost no time in complying. While doing this, he was startled by hearing the clatter of the pony’s feet.