Chunky poked his head from the tent, holding the flap about him to cover himself.
"What did you tell us the cowmen were after us for?"
"Who, me?"
"Yes, come out here. I want to talk to you."
"I—I—I can't."
"You'd better or I'll have to fetch you out. Why can't you?" demanded the foreman sternly.
"I—I haven't got any clothes on," stammered the boy.
The foreman slipped from his pony, leaning against a tree with a helpless expression on his face.
Stacy's companions with Mr. Simms and several of the sheepmen rode in at that moment.
"Where's that boy?" demanded the rancher of Larue.