The Ranchero had caught it up as he bounded through the window, thinking he might find use for it, in case he should happen to run against the visitor in the dark.
Frank looked upon the loss of his rifle as a great misfortune; for, not only did he believe the weapon lost to him forever, but he was powerless to effect the capture of the Ranchero, even if he succeeded in finding him.

However, he did not waste time in vain regrets.

He sprang through the window, and, running around the house, entered the court, to look for the horseman whose timely arrival had saved his life.

He went as far as the archway that led into the court, and there he suddenly paused, and the blood rushed back upon his heart, leaving his face as pale as death itself.

He had told the Ranchero that a dozen such men as he could not overcome his uncle; but the scene before him belied his words.