That's what they're all waiting
for. They think we'll be a great catch."
"That's just it," from Donald. "Let's fool them!"
"Well, first, let's capture the one yonder. We'll show them a
Wyoming Indian trick."
Slowly and silently the boys wiggled their way to where the lone
robber stood. Then as silently as a ghost Donald arose, while
Adrian bent on his knees.
There was a swift movement and Donald's arm was around the
Mexican's neck, shutting off his wind, while Adrian pulled his
feet from beneath him. In another minute he was bound by his own
sash and gagged with a handful of grass.
"That's one!" exclaimed Donald, as he sat upon his prisoner's
chest. "Now, how about the others?"
"Not so easy, Don."
"But it has to be done," declared Donald. "Scratch your head."
Adrian did so, but to no avail.
Time was passing and they did not know how long ere something
would turn up, when Donald gave Adrian a kick.
"Look! They're getting uneasy."
This was undoubtedly true, as the men were moving about and one
of them even had the temerity to light a cigarette.
Then of a sudden Adrian spoke.
"I've got it!" he exclaimed under his breath. "Help drag this
chap farther away."
They picked him up bodily and carried him fifteen or twenty feet.
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