"I suppose so, but I don't know as it'll do any good. There's nothing definite against him, you know."
"And I reckon it's too late now anyhow, for there he comes if I'm not mistaken," Jack said pointing toward the gate.
Six horsemen were riding in through the gate and, as they swept up in front of the porch, Jeb came out through the door.
"Skeets isn't with them," Jack had whispered to Bob just before the men drew their horses to a halt.
"Hello, boys. Where's Skeets?" Jeb greeted them.
A tall lanky man with a fierce looking black mustache acted as spokesman.
"That prutty hard ter say right now. Yer see Skeets he resigned his job's soon's he got yer telephone message an' the last seen o' him he was makin' tracks for the railroad station."
"You mean he's gone?" Jeb asked.
"I reckon."
"Then I guess there's not much doubt but that he was in cahoots with Red."