“It was a mighty clever ruse, I’m thinking,” Jack remarked, as he and his chums went out to see the sick ponies.
“Are they poisoned and will they all die?” Harry asked one of the punchers, with keen regret in his voice, as he watched the actions of the sick animals.
“Oh! we reckons it ain’t so bad as that there,” replied the cowboy, “they been locoed with some weed that Ally, he must a carried around with him, meanin’ to use the same when the right time came along. But Miss Haines she give us some stuff outen the Kunnel’s medicine chest, ’case, yuh see, he’s somethin’ o’ a vetranary surgeon; and they seem to be pickin’ up a bit a’ready.”
An hour later the expected party was discovered heading for the ranch buildings, but not a solitary puncher went circling out to meet them. This fact must have given rise to considerable wonder on the part of the two stockmen, who knew the ways of cow punchers so well. Their astonishment was unbounded when they arrived at the stockade and saw the herds penned up.
First of all, they greeted the scouts warmly. As Harry was the representative of his father, whom the stockmen hoped to induce to join them in putting more money into their enterprise, so as to enlarge the scope of their business, it was only natural that he should be shown the utmost consideration, in order that a favorable report be taken back when he returned home.
But then Harry was the nephew of both stockmen, so to speak, and they would have welcomed him warmly for that fact alone.
When they heard all that had happened and how the lucky finding of the dead homing pigeon with its telltale message had betrayed the plans of the conspirators, they could hardly express their feelings toward the scouts.
Of course there followed the hasty moonlight ride out on the range, the round-up of the cattle that was not ordered, the fight with the rustlers, and last, but not least, the clever way in which Ally Sloper had made his escape so as to avoid facing his late employers.
It was soon decided to keep the herds confined until the following morning, when they would be driven forth once more to their several grazing grounds. They must be guarded day and night for the time being, and orders were given to all hands to shoot straight in case another raid were attempted.
Colonel Haines was very angry over the way things were going. He feared that if those reckless rustlers were allowed to hold forth in the strip of land bordering the Colorado, they would continue to take toll from the herds of the Double Cross Ranch, and that this might in some way serve to make Harry carry an unfavorable report back to his rich father.