"I reckon this is as far as we'd better go," he said.
"I suppose so," Sue agreed. "We'll let the horses breath a spell and then hit the back trail."
They dismounted and, throwing the reins over the horse's heads allowed them to browse on the thick grass while they strolled about to stretch their limbs.
"Well, I guess it'll be about time for chow by the time we get back," Sue said a half hour later.
She had scarcely spoken the words when Bob uttered an exclamation of dismay.
"Look," he gasped.
Out from the foothills came a half dozen men riding at full gallop directly toward them.
"It's the Hains gang," Jack gasped.
"Let's beat it," Sue cried springing for her horse.
"No use," Bob told her. "They'll be here before we can get started."