hat I'm getting at."

"Say what you have to say, my man. I am listening."

"Between you and me I'm an officer. I'm looking for some parties that
have been cutting up didoes down in these parts of late. When I saw
your party I thought you were the lawbreakers, so I up and let go.
I saw that there were too many for me and it was the only chance I
had to---"

"But surely you didn't have to kill us."

"I didn't kill you, did I?"

"True; true."

"I was telling you, I thought you were they and I let go a few shots,
just as a tickler. You see, I could have picked you off one at a time
just as easy as eating pie. I'm a dead shot, I am."

"Then you only sought to drive us off?" questioned the professor.

"Yes, that's it. You're a wise old party. They're a bad lot,
you know."

"But what about this assault on my boys?" demanded the professor.

"Same thing. I thought they were them."

"Your grammar is shocking, my man, but what you say is deserving of
careful consideration. You say you took us to be bad men?"

"Sure I did."

"Who did you think we were?"

"Tuck O'Connor and his crowd."

"Who are they?"

"Well, you see, they do some smuggling over the Rio Grande. Then
again, they are up to a few other tricks that the public hasn't got
on to yet. What I want to do is to get away from here, quiet-like,
so the youngsters won't get wise in time to cut up. Of course I ain't
afraid of them. I don't want to hurt them, you see."

"I see," observed the professor dryly.

"I've got to get away to-night. If I'm held till morning I'll have to
take you all in. You'll all have to go back with me to State Line
and you'll be locked up for interfering with an officer."

"How comes it that you feared we were Rangers then, if this be true?"

"Aw, I was jest bluffing. I wanted the youngsters to give theirselves
away, you see."

"I see," reflected the professor.

"Then you'll let me out?"

"I am afraid I can't do that."

"Then lean over here and I'll tell you a secret that'll make you change
your mind."

The professor leaned closer. The man's hands, free from the wrists,
were moving cautiously. All at once Professor Zepplin's revolver was
snipped from its holster and a bullet tore through his clothes, taking
some of the professor's skin with it. The professor fell back,
staggering to one side out of range where he sank down to the ground
holding a hand to his side.

CHAPTER VII

RECEIVING A LA