"Look here, stranger, how long d'yuh figger on leavin' me like this? My belly's fit tuh meet my spine." The masked man, with Tonto's help, untied the big prisoner, and slid him from his horse. "You all right?" he asked. "My head's achin' fit tuh split. What in hell did yuh hit me with?" "You tripped, and your head rapped the floor." "Oh!" Yuma made no resistance as he was retied, his hands behind his back. He obediently climbed into his saddle when ordered to do so. "Who," he asked, "are you?" "If I wanted you to know, I'd take this mask off." "Would I know yuh then?" "I doubt it--I don't remember ever having seen you before tonight. Now listen to me, I'm letting you sit in the saddle so that you'll be more comfortable. I'm not going to gag you unless you start yelling. There are a few things I want to talk to you about, and you'll save yourself a lot of trouble if you'll answer my questions." While he spoke, the Lone Ranger connected Yuma's feet with a rope tied to each ankle and drawn beneath the belly of his horse. "If you try to run away, I'll lasso you and you'll find yourself in a bad way, because you can't get out of the saddle." "I ain't no damn fool," retorted Yuma in a sulky voice. "Get going," said his captor. Yuma heeled his horse obediently and started ahead. The Lone Ranger rode about ten feet behind, next to Tonto, whispering softly. Tonto frowned heavily at everything that was said, and tried several times to persuade the white man to relax for at least an hour and rest. The day and night thus far had been punishing for any man, and especially so for one who had still a great deal of his strength and endurance to regain. "I'm going to ride into Red Oak," the Lone Ranger told Tonto, "and that's a good two hours in the saddle. I can doze on the way. Silver knows the trail back there." Tonto countered with a comment, but the masked man explained that he was quite used to spending days and nights on end in the saddle, sleeping there quite easily. "And, anyway," he finished, "I think we're right on the verge of discovering who the leader of those outlaws is. Lonergan said it was the same man that Gimlet mentioned, but I don't think so." "Tonto at door, then. Hear-um name, 'Yuma.'" "That's what Lonergan said. I think he lied." "Who you think leader?" "I'm not sure yet, Tonto. I've been doing a little thinking while we've been riding." The masked man slowed Silver, and Tonto followed suit. Yuma continued on at the same gait. When the distance had widened so that it was unlikely that conversation would be heard by the captured man, the Lone Ranger outlined what he wanted Tonto to do. "Turn back," he whispered in a voice that was husky with fatigue. "I'll take care of the prisoner. I'll leave him in the cave, and then ride on to Red Oak."