“I wish I knew,” Jerry replied. “But I’m going to find out. He has some reason for wanting to stay around this ranch, and if it hasn’t to do with cattle stealing I’m very much mistaken.”
“That’s right,” chimed in Bob.
The little cavalcade of cowboys, headed by the foreman, left the ranch singing and shouting, one of the more excitable firing off his revolver.
Ned, Bob and Jerry kept pretty much to themselves that night, as Hinkee Dee was in charge. Even though the parents of the boys owned Square Z, the surly fellow might make it unpleasant for them. He had not become at all friendly as had the others.
“Where are you going?” asked Bob of Jerry, as he saw the tall lad saunter outside.
“Just to have a look around,” was the answer. “I rather want to see what our friend Munson is up to.”
“Want any company?” asked Ned.
“Thank you, no. It will be better for one to do this. He might get suspicious.”
Jerry came back an hour later, shaking his head.
“Nothing doing,” he reported. “He just sat playing cards with the other cowboys for a while, and then took a walk around. I followed, but all he did was to saunter here and there, star-gazing as nearly as I could make out.”