"Sandy would do that in a minute; but I think Tom doesn't want any more trouble if he can help it."
"He may get it shoved onto him. Well, seein' we're here, we may as well eat. Then we'll move on."
When their meal was over they followed the valley. Sunset found them at the edge of thick timber.
"How far does this run?" asked the sheriff.
"I don't know. I was never here before."
"Then we'll camp," said Dove, "and tackle her by daylight."
It was almost dark when Casey, sitting by the fire, suddenly held up his hand. "Somebody coming."
The sheriff listened for a moment. "Two horses," he announced. "May be Jack Pugh." Nevertheless, the old frontiersman shifted his position so that his gun lay ready to his hand.
A moment later two shadowy horsemen appeared, resolving themselves, as they approached, into Farwell and old Simon.
"Hello, the camp!" cried the former. "That you, Dunne?"