As Herb went off on this errand, the others returned to the house.
"Bothering the horses too," said Hawke, when they had seated themselves. "That looks bad."
"Must have been chasin' those three sheep," Mr. Phipps conjectured.
"I looked around, but couldn't see a sign of anything," said Carl.
When Herb came back, he said he had gone down to the sheepfold but, as far as he could see, there was no further damage there.
After a little further conversation, Carlito and Herb went after the ponies and led them up to the veranda. Somewhat subdued in spirit, and a little disturbed, the party started off through the moonlight for the Fort, after bidding a cordial good night to the hospitable rancher, his son and Tender Gray.
"Hurry along with that aeroplane, boys," Mr. Phipps called after them, and the boys cheered and waved their sombreros in reply.