Andy was not surprised to hear that he had to deal with an ex-convict.  He understood that this man was a desperate character.  He saw that he was a strong, powerful man, in the full vigor of life.

Any contest between them would be most unequal.  He was but sixteen and the tramp was near forty.  What could he do?

“I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” he said, willing to try an experiment.  “I’ve got two dollars of my own.  I’ll give you that if you’ll let go my horse’s bridle and give me no more trouble.”

The tramp laughed mockingly.

“Do you take me for a fool?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Do you think I will be satisfied with two dollars, when you have a hundred in your pocket?  Two dollars wouldn’t last me a day.”

“I have nothing to do with that.  It is all I mean to give you.”

“Then I shall have to help myself.”

His cool impudence made Andy angry, and he brought down the whip forcibly on the horse’s back.

Naturally the animal started, and nearly tore himself from the grasp of the tramp.

“So that is your game,” said the fellow between his closed teeth.  “If you try that again I’ll pull you out of the buggy and give you such a beating as you never had before.”

Andy remained cool and self-possessed.  To carry out his threat the tramp would have to let go of the bridle, and in that case Andy determined to put his horse to his paces.

The tramp relaxed his hold and the horse stood stock-still, finding his attempt to get away futile.

“Well,” said the tramp, “you didn’t make much by that move, did you?”

“Did you make any more?”

“By Jove! you’re a cool kid.  But, after all, you’re only a kid.  Now, do as I tell you.”

“What is that?”

“Put your hand in your pocket and take out fifty dollars.  You’ve got as much, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s right.  Speak the truth.  You may have more, but fifty’ll do me.”

“Do you expect me to give you fifty dollars?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I don’t mean to do it.”

Andy had satisfied himself that the tramp had no weapon, and this encouraged him.  He could not hold the horse and attack him at one and the same time, but with a revolver he would have been at his mercy.

Besides, Andy’s ears were keen, and he thought he heard the sound of wheels behind him.  The tramp’s attention was too much occupied, and perhaps his hearing was too dull to catch the sounds, as yet faint.

Thus it was that the other team was almost upon them before the tramp was aware of it.  The newcomer was Saul Wheelock, a blacksmith, a strong, powerful man, fully six feet in height, and with muscles of steel.

He had seen the buggy standing still on the highway, and he could not understand the cause until he got near enough to see the tramp at the horse’s head.