He moved the heavy table over the trap door, and on this piled a chair. Five-foot lengths of firewood were stacked near the fireplace, and one of these reached from the chair to the rafter of the room.
"If they want to push their way out of that," commented the masked man, "they'll have to push the roof off this house."
"But Yuma, I know he isn't—"
The Lone Ranger gripped the trembling hand of the girl firmly.
"Please don't jump to conclusions," he admonished her. "We're not going to take a thing for granted."
"But everything else they said was true. That must be what they've been doing to steal the cattle. The stock here haven't increased in numbers a great deal. Lonergan told the truth about everything else."
"We'll see."
"And that horse that came up. Someone has returned from Red Oak."
The masked man shook his head. "No one has come from Red Oak yet. That horse you heard was Silver. I sent him after my friend."
"Me come."