I wish my dog was here." "You need not look for him," said the Ranchero; "he'll never come." Frank made no reply.

He was wondering what his captor intended to do with him, and turning over in his mind numerous wild plans for escape.
Pierre, in his haste, was tying the sash in a very clumsy manner, and Frank was certain that, with one vigorous twist, he could set himself at liberty.

In spite of his unpleasant and even painful situation--for, after his attempt to catch the Ranchero by the hair, the latter had turned him upon his face, and was kneeling upon him to hold him down--he could not help chuckling to himself when he thought how he would astonish Pierre if he did not mind what he was about.
"Perhaps he will leave me, and try to force an entrance into the office," soliloquized Frank.

"If he does, I am all right! I'll jerk my arms out of this sash, pick up that rifle, and the first thing Mr.
Pierre Costello knows, he'll be the prisoner.

I'll march him to the quarters, and tell Felix to tie him, hand and foot." Unfortunately for the success of these plans, the Ranchero did not leave the room after he had tied Frank's arms.