Frank's keen perception reached a solution of the problem instantly.
"Of course Jess is inside. They opened the door and pulled him in. That's what there is to it. You heard no shots?"
"Nary a shot."
"Then there is a bunch of them in there," he emphasized conclusively. "Can we get near the place without being seen from the cabin?"
"Yes, the trees run down pretty close to it on one side. At the back they are further away. The corral is in back and there is a bunch of fine nags there too."
"Ah," exclaimed Frank, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Come on boys, we have got some more work on hand."
"And danged little grub," added Homely Harry ruefully.
"I calkerlate we'll corral some of that too," grinned Comanche Tony.
"Yes, but we will be lucky if we don't get a belly full of lead," warned Frank with his customary pessimism.
By this time they had come within sight of the cabin, but still, no sign of life was discoverable to their keen eyes. The place might have been deserted for aught they could observe.