CHAPTER VI
FARMER DOBSON CHANGES HIS MIND
"You were right, Jason; he's here," growled one voice.
"And our hunt is at an end," came in another.
The two men advanced a few paces. Frank recognized the leader as the same Farmer Dobson whom he had once seen scolding a group of little girls in a most bearish manner. He was a big man, with a face that was almost as red as the bandana handkerchief he wore fastened about his neck.
Cal Dobson kept his glittering eyes fastened on the shrinking form of Jed, as he thus advanced closer to the fire.
"So you're here, youngster, be ye? Give us a great chase, you did, but I reckon ye understand by now that when Cal Dobson says a thing he sticks by it. My best bull broke away and took to the hills at the same time you did. Things always happen in bunches. Git up and come along home," he said in his terrible voice.
The boy looked at Frank with his heart in his eyes.
"Sit still, Jed," said that lad easily.