longing to this fellow. Then Benson procured a rope from their outfit, and bound his feet together and then his hands. During the latter operation the rascal awoke.
"Wot yer doin'?" he demanded sleepily, and then, seeing the old scout, stared in open-mouthed astonishment. "Let go o' me! Wot did yer tie me up fer?"
"You keep quiet," said Benson, with a broad smile over the trick he had played.
"Whar's Riley an Nason?"
"Not far off."
"Did they go ter sleep too?"
"You can ask them when you see them, Anderson."
"So you know me, do yer?"
"I do, and I haven't forgotten that affair at Mountain Meadow," went on old Benson, referring to a shooting in which Anderson had been the guilty party.
At these words the desperado winced.
"Well, now ye have got me fast, wot yer goin' to do with me?" he questioned.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions, Anderson, and I want you to answer me straight, too. If I learn you've given it to me crooked, I'll fix you for it, remember that."
"Wot do yer want to know?"
