He
would simply stand on his rights and defy them to prove anything against
him. They would be forced to let him go, and, being henceforth on his
guard, it would be doubly difficult to trap him and his gang.
No, the waiting game was the only one to play under the circumstances,
and Bert replaced the revolver that he had half drawn from his belt. But
he had no intention of resuming his journey to the ranch. Fate had
brought him in contact with this man, when he had given up all
expectation of finding him, and he was too good a sportsman to overlook
any point in the game. He would keep him in sight, hang on his flank,
follow his trail wherever it led, in the hope of finding the rendezvous
of the gang. Then he would ride with whip and spur to the ranch, Melton
would gather his men together, and they would swoop down on the outlaws'
camp and catch them red-handed with their booty.
While he was settling on this course of action as promising the best
results, the man had completed the task of bandaging. Bert looked for
him to unhobble his horse and resume his journey.
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