Besides, as soon as he comes in sight, Frank and I will give him a volley from our revolvers.

You are not afraid ?" "Afraid!" repeated Arthur, compressing his lips, and scowling fiercely.
"O, no." "Well, then, make haste," said Frank, who was beginning to get impatient.

"Ride up within ten paces of him, and let him have it.

That's the way you used to serve the lions in Europe." "Yes, go on," urged Archie; and he gave Arthur's horse a cut with his whip, to hurry him up.
"O, stop that!" whined Arthur, as the horse sprang forward so suddenly that his rider was nearly unseated.

"I am going home." What might have happened next, it is impossible to tell, had not the boys' attention been turned from Arthur by the yelping of a dog in the bushes a short distance up the mountain.
"That's Carlo," exclaimed Archie.