There could be no mistaking the alarming sounds. They were made by rifles, fired sometimes in quick succession, often mingling with each other, and then showing comparatively long intervals between the discharges of the weapons.
"Father said the rustlers were becoming bolder," remarked Jennie, "and there was sure to be trouble with them before long."
"It has come," was the comment of the parent, "and who shall tell the result?"
"It cannot last long, mother."
"A few minutes is a good while at such a time. A score of shots have already been fired, and some of them must have done execution."
"Father, Fred and our two men are unerring shots."
"And so are they," responded the mother, referring to the rustlers, who have made so much trouble for the cattlemen of Wyoming.