See--I am Wampus!" Sheepishly enough the Mexican surrendered the other weapon.
"Now turn aroun' an' go to hotel," commanded the chauffeur.
The man obeyed.

Wampus turned to the girls, who were now not only relieved but on the verge of laughter and said deprecatingly: "Do not be scare, for poor man he make no harm.

He jus' try a goozle--no dare shoot here in town.

Then come; I go back with you." Silently they accompanied him along the lane, the Mexican keeping in front and looking around from time to time to see if they followed.
A short distance from the hotel Wampus gave a queer whistle which brought the bandit cringing to his side.

Without ado he handed the fellow his two revolvers and said calmly: "Go 'long." The Mexican "went along" briskly and the dusk soon swallowed him up.
"Thank you, Wampus," said Patsy, gratefully; "you've saved us from a dreadful experience." "Oh, that!" snapping his fingers scornfully.