"It's down in that hollow," replied Frank. "But it's a wagon, with two horses hitched to it, and three or four men in it."
"Three or four?" mused Archie. "It can't be your uncle, Billy. He wouldn't be following us so soon, for he said he had to stay in Sageville a couple of hours longer. Besides, Jim's wagon only holds two. Several men, eh? I guess we'll just look into this."
He slowed down the horses and looked back just in time to catch a glimpse of a vehicle behind them, almost hidden in a cloud of dust.
"They're stopping!" cried Andy, as he saw the other vehicle pull up. A man got down from it and seemed to be looking at one of the horses' hoofs.
"Humph! I don't know that outfit," said the old cattleman. "They must be on the wrong road. This one only goes to our ranch."
"Maybe they want to see Mr. Thornton," suggested Frank.
The cattleman shook his head.
"If it was that they'd have seen him in town," he replied. "He's there yet, and, no matter who they inquired of, if they were strangers, anybody could have pointed out Mr. Thornton. This looks queer. Did anyone get off the train when you did, boys?"
"No one besides ourselves," said Billy.
All four were now watching the other outfit. The men in the wagon seemed to be having a consultation, and there was apparently a difference of opinion, for one was seen to point toward the ranch, and several others waved their hands in the opposite direction. Finally the one who had gotten out of the wagon to look at the horses, climbed back again, and the steeds were swung about.