Scott lowered his gun. “That so?” he said. “Then I suppose you’ll be Ed Merriam?”
“What business of yours is it?” replied Merriam, disgustedly, though apparently relieved at the removal of the weapon. Hard rode up quickly.
“Nothing, only we’re out after a bunch of Mexicans who have kidnapped a young lady,” he explained. “We thought we had them.”
“See anything of a Ford car up the road?” demanded Scott.
“No. Say, who——”
“Or any Mexicans on horseback?”
“No. But——”
Scott turned to Hard. “I told you they’d taken the other road.”
“Look here,” demanded the fat man, excitedly. “Is this an honest-to-gosh kidnapping? I say, it ain’t Mabel Penhallow?”
“No, it ain’t,” grunted Scott. “Will you loan us that car for a couple of hours?”