"You are my prisoner." "Well, then, why don't you come and take me ?" asked Archie.
At this moment a slight rustling in the leaves caught the quick ear of the robber, who turned suddenly, uttered a cry of alarm, and fled down the path, closely followed by something that to Archie looked like a gray streak, so swiftly did it move.

But it was not a gray streak--it was Dick Lewis, who, after a few of his long strides, collared the Ranchero with one hand and threw him to the ground, and with the other seized the revolver he was trying to draw, and wrested it from his grasp.

Pierre struggled desperately, but to no purpose, for the trapper handled him as easily as though he had been a child.
"Now, then, you tarnal Greaser," exclaimed Dick, "your jig's danced, an' you must settle with the fiddler.

If I only had you out on the prairie, I'd larn you a few things I reckon you never heern tell on.

Come here, you keerless feller, an' tell me if you 'member what I said to you yesterday! Whar's Frank ?" Before Archie had time to reply, an incident happened, which, had the trapper been a less experienced man than he was, would have turned his triumph into defeat very suddenly.