Frank considered it a great piece of luck in having fallen in with the Vigilantes.
He now understood exactly how matters stood all around.
It was near noon when a halt was called in a small basin near a lake of water.
Here camp was briefly made, and also at the same time an important discovery came to hand.
A broad trail made by a cavalcade of men and horses was discovered.
It pointed to the north.
Harmon examined it carefully and finally, with great exuberance, cried:
“It’s good luck, friends. That thar trail I believe was made by ther cowboys an’ it leads to ther hills. It’s over three days old, an’ they haven’t come back this way. I should think that the most of their men must be up there, in which case Ranch V. will be almost deserted. Cum on, boys, let’s capture ther hull place.”
With a cheer the Vigilants sprang to saddle.
Soon they were once more galloping ever the prairie.