“Jim, what happened?” demanded Lieutenant Wingate.
“I chased three cayuses out of camp and they tried to shoot me up. I seen them fussin’ ’round the tents and I let them have it, though I don’t think I hit any of them,” explained the guide.
“Did they steal my ‘pants’?” cried Stacy.
“I don’t know. I do know that ours are gone, too,” answered Tom Gray.
“That looks like clothes over there,” announced the guide, pointing to a heap on the ground a short distance from the tent occupied by Tom and Hippy.
Stacy hobbled to the spot.
“Yes. Here they are,” he said, then uttered a wail. “I’ve been robbed,” he cried. “Every cent I had in my ‘pants’ is gone.”
“Was it much?” called Nora, who, with the other girls, was peering from their tent.
“Fifty cents!” groaned Chunky, amid laughter. “Tom, did they take your money, too?” questioned Grace.
“They took some of mine,” announced Hippy, who by this time was running a hand through the pockets of his trousers.