“Hey, Dude, tell Ki Yi to come right up to the house.”
But, before he entered the presence of his boss, the man whose name had been bestowed upon him by his bunkmates because of the yell he always emitted when excited, as well as the other members of the Star and Moon outfit, had been made aware of the reason for the presence of the men from the Double Cross.
“I suppose Deadshot has told you about the raid?” smiled Hawks, as his cowboy came up to the veranda.
“Sure.”
“What do you make of it? Ever hear of that ghost stunt being pulled off before?”
“That’s a new one on me, for certain, Hen. It strikes me, they’re a mighty smart lot of lifters, and it’s dollars to a coyote flea the whole bunch are in the swamps this very minute.”
“Think they’ll shift to another hiding place?” asked Bowser.
“Not till they’ve got some of the beef back on the steers they run off of ’em—unless we jump ’em,” declared the cowpuncher.
“Then I reckon with Ki Yi and Deadshot agreed on that, we needn’t break our necks riding across the plains to-night, Sam,” exclaimed the owner of the Star and Moon.
“Daybreak will be time enough to start,” assented Bowser, and instructions to that effect were accordingly sent to the men he proposed to take from the ranch by Hawks.