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He tumbled one man out of his saddle, but the fellow's companions scooped up the wounded bandit, carrying him away with them. Withem thought he saw a man go down, but he could not be sure.
I had hoped to see you when you camped with Lieutenant Withem " "Yes, we were with 'em," muttered Stacy. "And I guess we've got 'em now." "Unfortunately I was called away on that occasion. I promised myself that I should look you up at the first opportunity.
The instant Withem set eyes on the prisoner he uttered an exclamation under his breath, while the prisoner glared up at him with menacing eyes. "Hullo, Dunk," greeted the Ranger. "You seem to be in limbo. I reckon you bit off more'n you could chew, for once in your life. Thought you were shooting up Rangers, did you? Instead you barked up against some tenderfeet who were too much for you.
They helped him load the prisoner over the horse's back, after which, giving each of the party a cordial shake of the hand, Lieutenant Withem rode away. They observed that his rifle was resting across the body of the prisoner, as if the lieutenant were looking for trouble. The trouble came sooner than they expected.
The stern-faced stranger grinned appreciatively. "You are not the fellows who came in at State Line the other day, are you?" "Ye -yes, we're the bu -bu -bunch." "Oh, fudge!" groaned the stranger. "And to think I've been to all this trouble to round up a bunch of tenderfeet." The man thrust his revolver into its holster with a grunt of disgust. "I'm Withem," he snapped. "So am I," answered Chunky.
"What, sit here while a band of bandits are perhaps murdering Lieutenant Withem? I can't do that. You stay here, Professor. We will take care of ourselves. Don't worry about us. Chunky, you'd better stay here with the professor. You haven't got sand enough to " "What, me stay here?" shouted the fat boy, starting for his own mount. "I guess you don't know what kind of a man I am. Come on, fellows.
"I'll load him on like a sack of meal. He'll get a good shaking up, but it won't hurt Dunk. He's too tough to be bothered by a little thing like that. We'll land him in the calaboose in El Paso by the day after to-morrow. Where are you folks going?" "We planned to do the Guadalupes, then go on down to the Rio Grande," answered Professor Zepplin. Withem reflected.
"Where are you fellows going?" called Withem as he saw the outfit starting away. "Hunting 'possums," answered Dippy. Lieutenant Withem smiled. "I hope you bring back some for breakfast," called the professor. "I am fond of 'possum." "You won't be of the 'possum they catch," warned the lieutenant, in a low tone.
But when my friends do find out what has happened you'd better look out. You'll be riddled so full of holes that the wind will sigh through your body as if it were a sieve." "How's Captain Billy?" demanded the man sharply. "Captain Billy?" wondered Ned. "Yes. You needn't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about." "I most certainly do not. Who is Captain Billy?" "Know Joe Withem?" "I do not.
Tad wonderingly led the way over to their captive, the lieutenant following in quick, nervous strides, the others of the party bringing up the rear, Chunky lugging a rifle which he kept in position for instant use in case the stranger should seek to liberate their prisoner. But there was little danger of Lieutenant Joe Withem doing anything of the sort,
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