"Then you ought to know about how far we are from the edge of the woods," Bob said.
"It's about three miles from here to the foot of the hills," she told them.
"That's good news," Bob assured her. "I really didn't think we were so near out."
"An' yer not quite as near as yer think."
They all jumped at the sound of the voice which came from a thicket a little to their right, and their hearts sank as six men, headed by Red Hains, stepped out into the trail. Every man carried a revolver in his hand and Bob realized at once that resistance would be useless.
"It'll be some time afore yer out o' the woods, I reckon," Hains sneered.
"Perhaps not so long as you think."
The last words came from the other side of the trail and Sue's heart leaped for joy as she recognized her father's voice.
"We've got ever one of you covered and the first man that makes a move will never make another."
As he spoke, Jeb, followed by nearly all the men on the Lazy S., stepped out from the bushes and at least one gun covered each of the outlaws.