a sure-enough flesh and blood dog. He had barely missed pulling him out of the tree. So Pedro scrambled up higher and drew his knife, while Silversheene started to climb the tree, unmindful of the gleaming knife and the man's kicks and curses.
This was the fiend who had sold him into captivity, the devil who was going to hurt his dear friends. Well, he had treed him, and he would drag him down and throttle him just as he and his pack of gray wolves had killed a half-breed one dark night on the Alaskan trail.
It was at this point, when Pedro had climbed to fifteen feet and Silversheene was close upon him, and the greaser was slashing at him with his cruel knife, that Dick appeared under the tree with his .44. Mr. Henderson also was soon on the scene, while Eleanor who had nearly fainted at sound of the shots was watching from her window.
Silversheene was so furious that he paid no attention to Dick's calls to come down,
