"I told you so."
"You have told me so many things, Big-foot, that I can't remember them all," laughed Tad. "What is it this time?"
"Trouble."
"Oh, you mean the stampede last night?"
"Yes."
"Tell me about it. You know I was not here when it started."
After a hard night's work, in which the Pony Rider Boys had toiled heroically, the cattle once more had been rounded up and Big-foot and Tad Butler were riding into camp for breakfast. It was the first opportunity they had found to talk over the incident.
"Not much to tell. It happened so quick——"
"What time?" interrupted Tad.
"'Bout half-past nine, I reckon."