He followed them alone for three hundred miles, stole the boy away from them in the night, and carried him back safely to his father and mother.
Such was the Ring Tailed Panther, a name that he had originally given to himself and which the people had adopted, one who boasted that he feared no man, the boast being true.

He was heavily armed and he rode a black and powerful horse, which he directed straight toward the place where Ned and Obed were sitting.
"You are Ned Fulton an' Obed White, if report tells no lie ?" he said in a deep growling voice.
"We are," said Ned, who did not know the identity of their formidable visitor.
"So I knew.

I just wanted to see if you'd deny it.

Glad to meet you, gentlemen.

As for me, I'm the Ring Tailed Panther." "The Ring Tailed Panther ?" "Exactly.