This threatening missive was unsigned. Silent Sam read it twice. Then he handed it back to the Captain.
“Does it look like a joke to you–a poor sort of a joke?” whispered the ranchman.
“I wouldn’t say so,” muttered Sam.
“I’m going after them,” said Captain Rugley, with determination.
“How?”
“Somebody handed Vic this on the trail. He’ll show us where. We’ll try to pick up the man’s traces. Of course it was one of the scoundrels handed the letter to Vic.”
“Who do ye think they are?” asked Sam, slowly.
“I don’t know,” said the worried ranchman. “But whoever they are they shall suffer if they harm a hair of her head!”
“That’s what,” said Sam, quietly. “But ain’t you an idee who they be?”
“That fellow who took the old trunk away from Frances?”