in a safe place, our friends advanced until all could see the three desperadoes quite plainly.
One of the fellows was unknown to Joe, but the others were Gus Fetter and Nat Potts.
The desperadoes had placed their rifles against a tree, and old Benson motioned to the boys to secure the weapons.
As Joe grabbed up two of the firearms and Darry the third, the desperadoes leaped to their feet in alarm.
"Hands up!" sang out old Benson. "Hands up, or you are all dead men!"
The scout's rifle was raised, and so were the weapons of Cass and Bernstein, and the desperadoes found themselves at a disadvantage.
Yet Fetter was game, and he quickly reached for a pistol hanging in his belt.
But the movement, quick as it was, was not quick enough for Bernstein, and as the regular's rifle rang out Fetter fell headlong across the camp-fire.
"Do you surrender?" asked old Benson.
"Yes," came from Potts, sulkily, and his companion said the same. In the meantime Fetter had rolled from the camp-fire and was breathing his last at Potts feet.
The sight was a thrilling one, and caused Joe and Darry to shudder.
