With a sudden start, Jed peered up the trail, as if he had caught sight of some one approaching. Then, placing his fingers to his lips, he gave vent to a shrill whistle.
"Come on, Gabe!" he yelled. "Right this way. Here we are! Right down the trail! Come on!"
"Who you yelling to?" asked Con Morton quickly.
"To Gabe," replied Jed, truthfully enough, though he knew Gabe was too far off to hear him.
"Gabe Harrison coming here!" murmured Haverhill. "We'd better light out, Morton. I don't want to meet him. Probably he's got his gang with him! Come on!"
He spurred his horse forward. Con Morton, with a look of baffled hate at the two boys, did likewise, and their companion followed them. Jed's ruse had succeeded.
"I'll see you again!" shouted back the gambler in threatening tones, as he disappeared down the trail.