Jeb was on the porch reading a paper as Bob, his horse covered with lather, dashed in at the gate.
"Sue," he gasped as he threw himself from the saddle.
Jeb sprang to his feet. "What about her?" he shouted.
"They—they've got her."
"Who has?"
"Hains and his gang."
"Give it to me quick," Jeb demanded, and, with hanging head, Bob told him what had happened.
The man did not say a word until he had finished.
"It's bad, mighty bad," he declared as Bob came to the end of his tale.
"I—I," Bob began.