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He's on the other side of the creek about fifteen rods from here." Accompanied by Ned, Tad hurried down, but found some difficulty in locating the horse, so carefully had the animal been secreted. Withem smiled when he saw them coming back. "I guess you boys are all right," he nodded.
"Master Tad is a very shrewd young man, Professor. I guess I shall have to take him in with us." "Impossible! Impossible!" "Why impossible?" "I could not permit it." "Let me tell you something. Willie Jones now knows all about the part you and your young men have played in capturing Dunk Tucker. He knows that it was your party that drove off his men when they were trying to get Lieutenant Withem.
You see I have been away in another part of the state on a secret mission for the Governor." "Exactly." "Did my men say where they were going before they left you this morning?" "No. As I have said, they left most mysteriously." "Which direction did they take?" "We do not know that either. They disappeared utterly." "Just like Withem," nodded the guest, smiling.
Withem introduced the professor and his charges. There were, besides the Lieutenant, Pete Quash, "Dippy" Orell, Cad Morgan, Bucky Moore, "Polly" Perkins and several others, all of whom were introduced in turn, the Rangers solemn as owls, making low bows, sweeping the ground with their sombreros, causing Stacy to open his eyes in wonderment. Lieutenant Withem made the party feel at home at once.
"Explain what you are getting at." Withem was deeply interested in the scant information that had been given to him. They saw that he was containing himself with difficulty. "Tell, Mr. Withem. Don't beat about the bush," advised the professor. "Yes; tell me what became of the fellow who shot you up," urged the visitor. "What became of him, sir?" "Yes, yes!" "Why we caught and made him prisoner."
He nearly got us." "Tell me about it." Tad did so briefly, making as little of his own achievement as possible. He related also, how the prisoner had gained possession of Professor Zepplin's revolver and of the latter's narrow escape from death. "Boys, you've done a big thing. The captain will be interested in you," said Mr. Withem. "He's been wanting this man for a long time."
"You little cayuse, my name is Withem. W -I -T -H -E M!" he spelled. "Oh!" A broad smile grew on the face of the Pony Rider Boy as he asked: "What do you reckon you want here?" "I'm just looking around a bit. I think I'll go to your camp with you." Stacy surveyed his companion critically from head to foot. "All right," he said. "If you want to take the chance, I'm willing."
Bang, bang, bang, bang! answered the rifles of the Pony Rider Boys. The horses of the bandits fairly leaped into the air. Soon after that they faded into dark, uncertain streaks on the white of the plain. Now the rifle of the solitary horseman began to speak again. Joe Withem was not afflicted with any scruples against shooting to hit.
Chunky was wondering if their visitor was going to shoot. The fat boy was ready to run at the first sign of trouble. He had stopped enough bullets for one day. As for the prisoner, his bloodshot eyes were taking in every movement of the man Withem. "You seem to be much interested," suggested Tad. Withem flashed a keen, searching look into Butler's face. "I am."
"I said, 'I'm Withem," repeated the stranger. "I said I was too," reiterated the fat boy. "Look here, what are you trying to get at, young man?" demanded the newcomer with a slight show of irritation. "Are you trying to make sport of me?" "N -n no. You said you were with them -with us -with the crowd, you know. And I said I was too." The stranger tilted back his head and laughed softly.
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