Kennedy had one hard knee pressed into Rale's abdomen and the star-rays reflected back the steel glimmer of the pistol held threateningly before the man's eyes.

The horses beyond stood motionless, and the two women in the saddles appeared like silent shadows.

I stood up once more, peering through the darkness and listening.

Whatever was to be done, I must decide, and quickly.
"Have Rale stand up, but keep him covered.

Don't give him any chance to break away; now wait---there is a lariat rope hanging to this saddle; I'll get it." It was a strong cord and of good length, and we proceeded to bind the fellow securely in spite of his objections, I taking charge of the pistol, while Tim, who was more expert, did the job in a workmanlike manner.