"Well, it might be that yer won't be bothered now, fur it's jest likely that ther outlaws has quit ther pass an' gone somewhere else," Sedgwick remarked. "If them cowboys is all right, an' they kin go through without bein' bothered, it are most likely that you fellers kin."
"But I don't believe they are all right," our hero answered. "I think that they belong to the outlaw gang, and that they came over here and talked that way just on purpose to get the people here to use the pass, instead of going by the roundabout way to Silver Bend."
"It looks that way, I'll admit, Wild."
"Well, no matter how it is, we'll go through the pass to-morrow, I reckon. And we'll come back, too, if it takes a whole day to do it."
It was just then that the sounds made by a approaching horse came to their ears.
"Somebody is coming through now," said the scout, as he listened.
"Get behind the rocks here," Wild whispered. "We will watch him as he goes past, and see what he does, if anything."
A few seconds later a horseman came in view.
Our friends could distinguish the outlines of both horse and rider, and when they saw the man halt right at the end of the pass they were not a little interested.
The rider turned and looked at the sign, and, nodding when he found that the sign was there all right, he started on for the little collection of shanties.