"Well, neither do I."
They had been moving rapidly toward the corral while talking and by this time had reached the big gate. Opening it a trifle they stepped inside and Bob called softly to Satan. A soft whinnie answered him and a moment later a soft nose was rubbing his shoulder. It took Jack a bit longer to pick out his horse, but it was not much more than ten minutes after the man had started before they too were off.
"I'm not sure but we're doing a fool thing after all," Bob said as they started.
"How come?" Jack asked.
"Well, what chance have we of finding him in this darkness?"
"Perhaps not much but it's a chance."
They did not dare to gallop the horses for fear the man would hear them so they held them in to a fast trot which, on the soft ground, made hardly a sound. They had been riding in this way for the better part of an hour when Jack, who was slightly in the lead, saw a spot of light flash up far ahead.
"Did you see that?" he asked turning around in the saddle.
"Yes," Bob replied.
"What's your guess?"