"What's the meaning of this? What are you doing to that boy?" asked Pawnee Brown as he rode closer, with Rasco beside him.
"He's a horse thief, and we are going to take him to our camp," answered Tucker, somewhat uneasily, for he had seen Pawnee Brown before and knew he had a man of strong character with whom to deal.
"A horse thief!" ejaculated Jack Rasco. "Say, sod'ger, yer crazy! Thet boy a thief! Wall, by gum!"
"That boy is no thief," put in Pawnee Brown. "He belongs to our camp, and is as square as they make them—I'll vouch for it."
"I ain't taking the word of any boomer," muttered Tucker sourly. "That kid—hold on! Don't shoot!"
And he dropped back in terror, for the great scout had drawn his pistol like a flash.
"You'll take my word or take something else," came the stiff response. "Be quick, now, and say which you choose."
"I didn't mean any harm, Pawnee. Maybe you don't know it, but the boy is a thief just the same. We just caught him riding my horse—this bay. My comrades can prove it."
"It's true," said Ross.
"True as gospel," added Skimmy, the third cavalry man. "We caught him less than half an hour ago."
