They ran down to meet him, and reached the tent just as he climbed out of the dust-covered buggy.
"Hello, young fellow! What's the complaint now?" asked Rob. "I speak for one night's sleep before you drag me to jail again."
"Oh, don't worry," Garnett replied calmly. "It ain't you I'm after this time; it's your sister."
"Me!" Harry exclaimed. "Why, what do you mean?"
"Oh, say now! You're easy, ain't you?" Garnett apologized, with mischief gleaming in his eyes. "I didn't tell Bob the whole story, but didn't he tell you that I promised to come after you any time to go and file a contest on that homestead you're wanting?"
"What do you know about that!" Rob exclaimed in delight. "Has Boykin admitted he is Hunter, after all, or what?"
"No, it's Joyce that's given himself away; given the whole thing into my hand the way you'd shove a bottle at a baby."
"Oh, how?" Harry cried.
"It was yesterday, down at the livery stable in Soldier," began Garnett, as they all sat down on the grass. "I was in the stall way at the end of the shed fixing up my horse, and Joyce and another fellow came in along the alley beside me. Joyce never dreamed any one was listening, and he gave the whole thing up. He's going away to-morrow morning to show this new herder the land he's to make entry on, and then they're going to hike back to Shoshone in his automobile and file a contest over Boykin's filing."