The man who had charge of Frank was particularly noticeable in this respect, and our hero thought that all he needed were the leggins, and high-pointed hat, to make him a first-class brigand.

This man kept a sharp eye upon his prisoner, and scowled at him, as if he regarded him as his most implacable foe.
"You needn't look so mad," said Frank, at length.

"I don't remember that I ever did you any harm, and I certainly am not foolish enough to try to escape, as long as you keep hold of my bridle." "You had better not," said the Ranchero, smiling grimly, and shaking his head in a very threatening manner.
"I don't know that you can frighten me," returned Frank, coolly.

"I wish I was a man for about five minutes." "What would you do ?" asked the Ranchero, who seemed to be pleased, as well as astonished, at the boy's courage and independence.
"I'd make your head and your heels change places in a great hurry.

In other words, I'd knock you out of your saddle.