“Not a word!” he whispered in their ears. “But get up and put on some clothes. Also slip a gun in your pocket.”
“What for?” demanded Ned.
“Cattle thieves outside!” murmured Jerry.
[CHAPTER XI]
AT SQUARE Z RANCH
The startling announcement of “cattle thieves outside” galvanized Ned and Bob into action.
Outside the shuffle of countless hoofs could be plainly heard, and there was the murmur of men’s voices, though the words were not distinguishable. In a whisper Jerry told what he had heard, while he and his chums slipped on some of their clothes and got their revolvers.
“It’s the cattle thieves running off some of the Square Z stock as sure as mustard!” declared Jerry.
“Think we can catch ’em?” murmured Bob.