She glanced toward the bunk occupied by Barrows. It was neatly made up but an Indian blanket, which the cowboy had bought from Lefty, was gone. Jim’s meager belongings likewise were missing.
“Lefty!” Connie called.
The cowboy came quickly toward the bunk house.
“What’s wrong?” he asked in surprise.
“I think Barrows has skipped out, Lefty. At least his things are gone. Did you see him leave?”
“Why, no, Connie. He was here the last I knew.”
“Let’s see if he’s taken one of the horses.”
They ran to the barn. One glance assured them that instead of a pony, Jim Barrows had appropriated the ranch car.
“That fellow certainly had his nerve!” Lefty exclaimed angrily. “What’s the big idea anyway?”
“I’m afraid he was a crook,” Connie admitted ruefully. “My suspicions were aroused and I made the mistake of letting him know. Now we’re minus a car.”