"And they're going to meet in the sheep-shed at the foot of the big hill," she said deliberately.
"Yes," replied Dan reluctantly, "the one just inside the pasture fence over there on this side. It's the nearest place to meet."
"How many men?" demanded Hope.
"'Bout a dozen, I reckon," replied the twin. "Mebby not so many." He leaned forward until his face was close beside the girl's. "Say," he whispered nervously, "if they ever found out I put you onto this, they'd finish me mighty quick."
"Are they aware you know about it?" she asked quickly. "Do they know?"
"You can't never tell," replied the boy deliberately, sweetly.
The bushes rattled and another horse pushed its way alongside the pinto.
"If we only had that Gatlin' gun now we'd be all right," exclaimed the other twin enthusiastically, as his horse nosed its way in beside them. "But if we get behind the big rock we'll scare 'em to death, so's they won't have the nerve to do nothin'!"
"But what are they going to do?" demanded Hope impatiently. "You seem to know nothing except that they're going to meet there for some devilishness."
"Goin' to make a raid on the shed, I reckon," replied Dave. The soft-voiced twin was silent.