For a long moment both boys swept the corral with their eyes. Gradually they were beginning to realize the true state of affairs.
“You say it,” Teddy begged. “Go ahead.”
“I will—the pinto’s gone,” Roy declared grimly. “There’s no doubt about it. He’s not here, and none of the boys have him out. Teddy, he’s been stolen!”
“An’ I know the waddie that took him!” Teddy burst out. “Last night! Oh, what a clown I was not to stop The Pup when I had him instead of letting him get away with a horse like that! Kick me, Roy—I deserve it!”
“You don’t know for sure,” Roy admonished. “Some one else may have taken him—though it certainly does look suspicious. If we—”
He was interrupted by his mother’s voice, calling from the front porch.
“Teddy! Roy!” Mrs. Manley exclaimed. “Come in at once! Something has happened!”
CHAPTER VIII
Follow Us
With a bound, the boys were out of the corral and running toward the house. As they came closer they saw a look of anxiety on their mother’s face.
“What is it?” Roy shouted, not slacking his pace. “Is any one hurt?”