While talking they had been walking toward the house and Jeb met them at the steps.
"What do you think of this fool move of Bob's?" he asked.
"Fool is right," Slim replied.
"Think we'd better go hunt for him?"
"If he don't show up afore long I reckon we'll have ter do it."
"Well, we'll have supper first. Any news?"
Slim told him of the raid on the stock at the Bar Z and Jeb looked very thoughtful as he finished.
"It's bad, mighty bad," he said. "It's only a question of a short time before it'll be our turn unless something's done."
"You said it, boss," Slats agreed and Slim nodded his head.
Supper was a very quiet meal as no one seemed inclined to talk much each one being busy with his own thoughts. First Sue and then Jack would step to the door and look off across the prairie to see if Bob was in sight but each time a shake of the head announced their disappointment to the others.