"Look!" cried Wise. "Somebody's coming after us!"
They turned and saw a lone horseman riding toward them from the direction of San Felipe. The rider was astride a fast-pacing Indian pony and overhauling them rapidly. Since leaving the town, Kid Wolf's party had been in no hurry, and this had enabled the rider to overtake them.
"It's Goliday," muttered Anton, shading his weather-beaten eyes with a brown hand.
"Just who is he?" The Kid drawled.
"I think he's really the hombre behind Major Stover," Wise spoke up.
"He owns the ranch to the north o' the S Bar, and from what I hear,
Stover has been tryin' to buy it fer him."
"Oh," The Kid murmured, "let's wait fo' him then, and heah what he has to say."
Accordingly, the four men drew up to a halt and wheeled about to face the oncoming ranchman. They could see him raising his hand in a signal for them to halt. He came up in a cloud of dust, checked his pony, and surveyed the little party. His eyes at once sought out Kid Wolf.
Goliday was a man of forty, black-haired and sallow of face. He wore a black coat and vest over a light-gray shirt. Beneath the former peeped the ivory handle of a .45.
"Hello," panted the newcomer. "Are you the hombre that caused all the stir back in San Felipe?"
"What can I do fo' yo'?" asked the Texan briefly.