"Now leave me. I have some other matters to attend to. Don't stay out late to-night for you'll need a clear head and all your wits about you in the morning.
"The unmasking of the scoundrels and the revenge for the insults to our family rest practically on you."
Clouds were gathering about the heads of the bandits of which they were unwitting.
Chapter VI.
THE BATTLE OF WITS.
Declining the invitations to tarry a while of the men who had loaned them their ponies, the outlaws were returning to their tents when they heard the whistle of an engine.
"I'll bet that's the evening train," declared Frank. "Let's go down to the station. Cole and Texas ought to be showing up soon and if they should, it might mix things up badly if they started to ask questions in order to find us."