“Not in there, please,” said George, drawing back as Mr. Gilbert was about to open the door leading into the cosy living-room, in which his family was assembled. “Let’s go into the office. I have something particular to say to you.”
Again George told himself that Mr. Gilbert did not act as he usually did. He turned at once, and leading the way into the office, closed and locked the door; after which he took the boy’s hat and haversack, and having placed him on the lounge, drew a chair up in front of him and sat down.
“Where did you hear of it, George?” said he. “But hold on a moment,” he added, hastily. “Let’s talk about pleasant things first. Your horse and mule are here in my corral.”
“Good!” exclaimed George. “I shall need Ranger at once. I would thank you to lend me a saddle and bridle, and have him brought to the door without loss of time.”
“If you must go on to-night, I’ll do it,” said Mr. Gilbert, rising to his feet; “but you must have some supper first.”
He left the office as he ceased speaking, and George lay down on the lounge to rest for a few minutes. He was used to hard work, but he had never before been so nearly exhausted. It did not seem to him that he could possibly spend the rest of the night in the saddle, and yet he knew he must do it in order to save his cousin.
Mr. Gilbert was gone but a few minutes, and when he came back, he locked the door behind him.
“Another piece of good news I have for you, George,” said he, as he resumed his seat, “is that all your cattle have been recovered, and one of my men is now pasturing them on my ranche, about three miles from here.”
“Good again!” exclaimed George, brightening a little. “That is encouraging news indeed.”
“That Zeke is worth two or three ordinary men,” continued Mr. Gilbert. “Not being able to find any signs of you or your horse after the Greasers jumped down on you, he struck out for the settlements on foot. On the way he fell in with a party of rangers, and with their assistance, he succeeded in cutting the thieves off from the river and recapturing every hoof you had lost. He came down here with the cattle, chuckling over his good luck, and was frightened almost out of his senses when he found that your horse and mule had come here without you. He begged me to take care of the herd while he went back to look for you, and I have done so. Where were you all the while, George? You haven’t walked all the way from Catfish Falls?”