"Are you alone?" he continued, peering around in the darkness.
"You had better find out."
"Why don't you finish him off, Puller?" came from the negro. "Ain't nobody else around."
"You're a fine rascal!" burst out Dick. "If you touch me, there is going to be trouble."
"I reckon you'll come with me," said the white man harshly. "We ain't goin' to run no risks, understand? If you put anybody on our trail—" He did not finish. "Face around there!" he ordered.
"See here, do you think you are treating me fairly?" asked Dick. He wished to gain time, so that he could think matters over and decide what was best to do.
"I won't parley the question," growled the man. "Face around and do it quick, if you want to save your hide."
There was no help for it, and Dick faced around. As he did so, he caught the sounds of hoof strokes at a distance. Puller and Watermelon Pete did not appear to notice them.
"Wait a minute, I dropped something," said the eldest Rover, and slid to the ground. He pretended to search around. "Got a light?"
"What did you drop?"
"Something valuable," said Dick, but did not
