"That was that sheepman, Grimes," whispered Hall to Allifair. "He's organized all those Mormons above the Rim."
"Oh, will he come down here?" asked Allifair aghast. "Because Ewing and Cal——"
"Maybe they'll leave, now," suggested Hall, and they listened again, for Isham was beginning to shout.
"Which way'd they go?" he inquired, and when the man answered north he burst into a fit of cursing.
"It's them dadburned Mormon ranchers!" he exclaimed, and started back for his horse.
"Well, let's go, boys," he said, when they had gathered by the spring, "we can tend to McIvor afterward. But if any one wants to stay here I'll give one thousand dollars to the man that brings me his hair. He's the dirty, doggoned rascal that stirred up all this ruckus, but I can't stop to monkey with him now. Come on, Cal; ain't you coming with me?"
"No!" answered Cal's voice and then, after a silence, "we didn't come out here to help you steal horses."
"Oh, you didn't, eh?" railed Isham, his voice tense with excitement, "well, since when have you got to be so good? Jest the minute they's any trouble——"
"We come out here to get our sister!" broke in Ewing's high voice. "And we're going to hunt till we find her."