Professor Zepplin pulled up short when his glances finally came to rest
on the bound form of the mountaineer; Stacy Brown's eyes grew large
and Walter Perkins gasped.
CHAPTER VI
THE CAMP IN AN UPROAR
"Tad! Where is Tad? What does this mean?" demanded the professor.
"Hullo, boys," cried Butler stepping out into the light. "Did you
think that was myself tied up there?"
Chunky, in the excitement of the moment, forgot to tell Tad that he
had stopped another bullet out on the plain.
"What do you think of our prisoner, Professor?"
"Tad, will you be good enough to explain what this means?"
"Yes, sir. To be brief that's the fellow who shot at us. He tried to
kill us both up here in the mountains."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"I guess I ought to know," grinned Rector, "He jumped me, tied me to
a tree, then was about to blow my head off when Tad appeared just in
time to save my precious life."
By this time Stacy had slipped from his saddle and striding over to
the prisoner stood looking down at him. "So, you're the fellow who
potted me twice to-day, are you?" demanded the fat boy sternly. The
prisoner made no reply, but he gazed up at his tormentor so savagely
that Stacy instinctively took a step backward.
"He is the man, but we landed him," answered Rector proudly.
"Is there any objection to my giving the ruffian a good hard kick for
luck?" asked Stacy.
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