There was a shudder in the little group.
"It's getting pretty dark," said Frank, somewhat nervously.
"I guess we'd better not," judged Bob. "If there's nothing there it wouldn't prove anyway that they hadn't hung him and buried the body. And if the body is hanging there I don't want to look at it."
"I wouldn't want to have that to dream about either," said George, and again they started on their homeward journey.
"Do you think we ought to tell Mr. Claxton about what we've seen to-day?" asked Sammy, as they were riding along.
"I hardly know just what would be best to do," said George, hesitatingly. "The whole thing's over by this time, and his knowing about it wouldn't do any good. Perhaps it would get him into a peck of trouble. He might think he ought to look the matter up, and then in revenge those fellows might get after him, run off his stock or something like that. I guess for the present we'd better keep quiet and see if anything turns up. We can always tell him if we think it necessary."
They thought that this was, perhaps, the better thing to do. They quickened the pace of their horses and a little while later they reached the ranch.
The Claxtons met them on the porch and welcomed them warmly.
"Well, boys, what luck?" asked Mr. Claxton.
"Where's that big string of fish you promised me?" asked Mrs. Claxton, with a laugh.