“I think a confession out of this guy will solve our troubles,” said the cowboy star as Henry Thorne stared at the flyer.
“What have you got to say for yourself. Who employed you?” demanded the director.
The flyer was sullen. “I’m not talking. I want an attorney.”
Curt rocked back and forth on his heels.
“So you won’t talk?” He grinned, but it was a mirthless grin that struck terror to those who watched. Curt was living in real life the rôle he had played so many times on the screen. With a quick jerk his lariat was free from the saddle and before the flyer knew it, he was in the coils of the rope and his feet had been jerked out from under him.
Curt swung into the saddle, twisted the rope around the saddle horn and looked down on the helpless man.
“Going to talk?”
The captive shook his head.
Curt spoke to his horse and the magnificent sorrel moved ahead slowly, dragging the captive after him.
After bouncing over the desert floor for a rod, the flyer cried for mercy.