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Updated: May 21, 2025
"Yeow!" bowled the fat boy as a figure appeared beside him and a pair of iron arms grasped his hands pulling him down, nearly unseating him. "Yeow! Let go!" "It's all right, boys," spoke up the familiar voice of Lieutenant Withem. "I'd know this fellow in the dark as well as in the light. I'm Withem."
But I do hope none of you gets hit." "If you are afraid, drop back to the rear, Professor," suggested Stacy, whereat chuckles were heard from the others. The bandits had not discovered the advancing horsemen in the darkness, though had they been less interested in seeking to kill Lieutenant Withem they might have observed the little band that was now sweeping down on them. "Now!
Tad had snatched a burning brand from the fire, carrying it along with him so that Withem might get a good look at the prisoner. The lad considered it a fortunate coincidence that the Ranger lieutenant should have visited their camp at that particular time.
Darkness overtook them, finding them still without sight or sound of the Spring where Withem said they would find the Rangers' camp. A consultation was held and it was decided to continue on until they picked up the party. About half an hour after night had fallen, they were riding along when suddenly they were stopped by a stern command. "Halt! Hands up! Every man of you is covered!"
Withem extended his hand, grasping Tad's hand within it. "You're the right sort, young man. I wish we had you with us." "In the Rangers?" "Yes, of course." "I am afraid that would not be possible," smiled the Pony Rider Boy. "Wholly impossible," affirmed Professor Zepplin with emphasis. "I suppose so. However, I want you to see the captain. I'll tell you what to do."
The boys slept with their rifles beside them that night. The night passed without incident, Tad Butler keeping a vigilant watch all during the dark hours of the night. He had plenty of time to think matters over. He realized that Dunk Tucker, the prisoner, had overheard all that had been said during their talk with Withem out on the plain.
"Where is the rest of your party, Mr. Withem?" asked Tad. "They're out on the trail," was the somewhat evasive answer. "I'll get in touch with them sometime to-night or to-morrow." "But you will take Tucker with you, will you not?" asked Ned. "I reckon I will," laughed the Ranger. "Shall we take him along for you? You have no horse?" asked Tad. "My nag isn't far from here," smiled the lieutenant.
"Why that's " began Walter, then subsided at a warning look from Tad. "Pardon me, but will you be good enough to tell me where you got this rifle? I have good and sufficient reasons for asking the question," said Withem almost sternly. "We took it from a man who had set out to shoot us up, sir," replied Butler. "Tried to shoot you up? When?
"Perhaps he's come up with Withem," suggested Cad Morgan. "I don't think so. The lieutenant isn't due there until some time to-morrow. He will have to finish investigating the El Paso end before he can come along and join up with us." Tad wondered how the captain knew that his scout had reached a certain point in the mountains when none had seen him or heard from him.
I am Lieutenant Joe Withem, and I have good reasons to believe your prisoner is a man whom I have been anxious to meet for some time. I am ready to be shown."
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