“I believe I have,” said Bob. “Don’t they belong to Wallace?”
“They do; and he is riding one, while Forbes is mounted on the other. That fellow who is standing near the cabin, holding his horse by the bridle, is Benson.”
“Whew!” whistled Dick. “I say, Bob, we are in for it.”
“So am I,” said George, calmly.
“You!” exclaimed Bob. “What have you done?”
“Nothing at all. But you wait and see if my respected uncle does not exert himself to the utmost to prove something against me.”
“Let him exert and welcome,” said Dick. “Bob and I are the ones who must stand the brunt of this business. Mr. Stebbins has brought the sheriff up here to arrest us, I suppose.”
“Of course he has,” assured George. “Didn’t I tell you that he wouldn’t let you alone?”
“I think that Wallace and his friends have good cheek,” said Bob, who had by this time succeeded in identifying every one of the horsemen. “Their safest plan would have been to stay away from here.”
“I can’t agree with you there,” observed Dick. “I think, taking everything into consideration, that the boldest course was the best, and it seems they have adopted it. More than half that party came up here out of curiosity, and it wouldn’t have looked well for Wallace and the rest to remain behind.”