"Your game is up, Mr.Pierre, and I advice you to surrender quietly, if you don't want to get hurt!" "What!" exclaimed the Ranchero.

"Surrender! If you know what you are about, you will not offer any resistance.

I am a desperate man." The robber spoke these words boldly enough, but he evidently did not like the looks of things.

He gazed earnestly at Archie, as if trying to determine what it was that had encouraged him to show so bold a front, and seeing that he held one hand behind him, Pierre came to the conclusion that he must, by some means, have secured possession of a revolver.
"Drop that weapon, and hold your arms above your head," said the robber.
Archie did not move.

While he appeared to be looking steadily at the chief, he was really watching the movements of the figure in buckskin, which had all this while been working its way quickly, but noiselessly, through the bushes, and had now approached within a few feet of the Ranchero.
"Did you hear what I said ?" demanded the latter, placing his hand on one of his revolvers.