pulled his pistol; but in a second more the fellow was out of range behind several trees.
The native had been sent forward to kill the canine, Farvel feeling certain that otherwise Dash would be used to locate his captive master.
The native had been in the act of firing at Dash, when Leander and Don appeared.
As it was, Dash was limping painfully from a slight wound in the foreshoulder.
"Good dog!" cried Don. "So he meant to kill you? Too bad!" And he hugged faithful old Dash around the neck.
The others soon came up, and it was decided to follow the trail of the native without delay.
This was an easy but slow undertaking for Dash, and this time they kept up with the canine with ease.
The trail led directly to where Farvel was keeping Bob a prisoner, and they came in sight just as the rascal had punched the helpless lad in the nose.
"Oh, the villain!" cried Dick, and rushing up behind Farvel he hit the man such a heavy blow in the neck that Farvel dropped like a log.
Seeing this, the native disappeared, and it may as well be stated here that he did not return, nor did the other black come back.
Farvel was nearly stunned, and by the time
