It could not escape him, and
Ted chuckled, and examined his revolver, loosening it well in its
holster, for he had not forgotten the warning against Checkers given him
by Chief Desmond.
The ravine grew deeper as he advanced, and soon it became tolerably dark
at the bottom where the high walls shut out the light. Suddenly his
horse stumbled, and, as Ted shot over its head, he heard the twang of a
broken wire that had been stretched across the path.
He had fallen into a trap. As he struck the earth, he was stunned for a
moment, then a heavy weight was upon him.
He twisted around and felt for his revolver, but it had fallen from his
holster, and he felt his arms grasped and a thong passed around his
wrists, and then around his ankles.
The weight was lifted from him and he rolled over on his back. Standing
above him was the man whom he knew as Checkers.
"Well, my lad, you delivered yourself like a lamb to the slaughter,"
said Checkers, with a smile.
Ted could say nothing. He was too busy wondering how easily he had
fallen into the toils.
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