"The robbers!" muttered Kid Wolf.
"What's on the program?" asked Frank Lathum. "We can't do much ranchin' without cattle."
"No," admitted The Kid. "We must get those cattle back."
"But who ever heard o' gettin' cattle out o' Old Mexico after they've once been driven in?" Anton growled. "It can't be done!"
"Money in cattle can't be hid like money in jewels or cash," said The Kid. "Theah not so easy to get rid of, even in Mexico. The town of Mariposa lies just over the bordah, am I right? And the only good cattle lands for a hundred miles are just south of theah, isn't that so?"
"Yes, but——"
"Men, this is a time fo' desperate measures. We must stake all on one turn of the cards. Boldness might win. I want yo' hombres to be in Mariposa the day pasado mañana."
"The day after to-morrow!" Wise repeated. "What's yore plan, Kid?"
"I don't know exactly," Kid Wolf admitted. "I make mah plans as I go along. But I'm ridin' into Mexico to-morrow to see what I can see. I'll try to have the six hundred head of S Bar cattle in Mariposa the next day, some way or anothah."
Bold was the word! The quartet talked until a late hour. The three riders had caught some of The Kid's own enthusiasm and courage.