“Let’s go!”
Quietly, silently they rode through the woods. In the east the sky was becoming grey. Birds were awakening. Nature stretched, and yawned.
Suddenly the clearing was before them. The tent stood like a white, sluggish animal that had fallen asleep there. A few feet behind the tent was the cliff. Five horses were tied to trees near by. Roy was thankful for the light which made all this visible.
In another moment the signal would be given. A gun was raised.
Crack!
Silent’s revolver had spoken.
“Come out of there, you guys!”
“Come a-runnin’!”
“Greyhound, we want you!”
A head poked from the tent flap and was as quickly withdrawn. A rifle came next, with a man behind it.