The man turned then with a muttered exclamation that only his companion heard. The two of them stood with their faces to the wall while the girls held a conference.
“We have to do something,” Valerie said. “And in a hurry too,” she added.
“What’s that?” Gale asked.
Val went to the window and looked out. Coming into view between the trees were riders, about six of them and all of them carried rifles across their saddles.
“Horses,” Val answered in a low, worried tone. “I wonder if their pals are to come back this morning?”
“Maybe some of them,” Gale replied uneasily. “Now what will we do? I wish we had never got mixed up in this.”
“No more than I do,” Val agreed. “Well?” she asked.
“Can you recognize any of the riders?” Gale wanted to know.
“No,” Val answered, gazing out the window. “They are not coming toward the cabin now. They seem to be having a conference about what to do.”
“If they come on here we are lost,” Gale declared. “We’ll have to stop them.”