CHAPTER V.
THE CAVALRYMEN.
Let us re-join Dick Arbuckle at the time that the incensed cavalryman, Tucker, was about to attack the hapless lad with his heavy sabre.
Had the cruel blow fallen as intended it is beyond dispute that Dick would have been severely injured.
"Don't!" cried the boy, and then closed his eyes at the terrible thought of such dire punishment so close at hand.
But just at that instant an interruption came from out of the darkness of the brush.
"Hello, there! What are you up to?"
Tucker started, and the sabre was turned aside to bury itself in the exposed roots of a tree.
"If it ain't Pawnee Brown!" muttered another cavalryman, Ross by name.
"Pawnee Brown!" burst from Dick's lips, joyfully, and, rising, he attempted to rush toward his friend.
"Not so fast, boy!" howled Tucker, and caught the youth by the collar.
