Evidently two or three Mexicans had run out to the rescue. Jack could hear them discussing the situation in whispers. He had them at a double disadvantage. They did not know how many Rangers lay in the mesquite; nor did they want to fall foul of them in any case. The men drew back slowly, still in excited talk among themselves, and disappeared inside the house. The woman protested volubly and bitterly till the closing of the door stifled her voice. Jack pulled his prisoner to a more comfortable position. "Sorry you fell into the catclaw, Dinsmore," he said. "If you'll stand hitched, I'll draw the spine from your face." The man cursed him savagely. "All right," said the Ranger amiably. "If you want 'em as souvenirs, I'll not object. Suits me if it does you. We'll go now." He tied to the handcuffs the end of the lariat which was attached to the saddle. The other end he fastened to the pommel. "I'll not go a step with you," growled Dinsmore. "Oh, yes, you'd better step along. I'd hate to have to drag you through this brush. It's some rough." The Ranger swung to the saddle. The bronco answered the pressure of the rider's knee and began to move. The lariat jerked tight. Sullenly Dinsmore yielded. But his spirit was unbroken. As he stumbled along in front of the horse, he filled the night with raucous oaths. "Take these cuffs off'n me and come down from that horse," he stormed. "Do that, and I'll beat off yore head." The man on horseback smiled. "You're the laziest fellow I ever did see, Dinsmore," he drawled. "The last fellow that licked me pulled me from the saddle." "Just let me get a lick at you," pleaded the outlaw. "I'll give you that bronc you're ridin' if you'll stand up to me man to man." "Can't do it. I'm here for business an' not for pleasure. Sorry." "You've got no right to arrest me. What's the charge?" "I've forgot whether it's brand-burning, highway robbery, murder, or mayhem--any old crime would fit you." "You've got no evidence." "Mebbeso, mebbe not," answered the Ranger lightly. "Cap Ellison said he'd like to have a squint at you, anyhow, so I said I'd fetch you along. No trouble a-tall to show goods." The outlaw bared his tobacco-stained teeth in a sudden fury of rage. "Some day I'll gun you right for this." The narrow-loined youth with the well-packed shoulders looked down at him, and the eyes of the officer were hard and steady as steel. "Dinsmore," he said, "we're goin' to put you an' yore outfit out o' business in the Panhandle. Your day is done. You've run on the rope long enough. I'll live to see you hanged--an' soon." CHAPTER XX KIOWAS ON THE WARPATH