“If we find the barbed wire is cut, till the devils show themselves,” returned the owner of the Star and Moon, “even if we have to stay here all night.”
“According to that, if the fences aren’t cut, do you mean you will believe the raiders aren’t inside?” sneered Deadshot.
The tone of the cowboy angered Bowser and Hawks, and the former was not slow in letting him know it.
“Don’t try to get smart, Deadshot,” he snapped. “You know as well as I do—or you ought to know—that the reason we aren’t accepting your advice is because we can’t trust you.
“Of course, if we find the fences haven’t been tampered with, we’ll turn our attention to the spectral rider. So be lively and inspect the cor——”
“Well, you’ll be too late to round up that chap to-night,” retorted Deadshot, grimly.
“Why?” demanded both the ranchmen.
“Because he’s disappeared!”
In amazement, the men turned in the direction in which they had seen the lone horseman calmly sitting his pony.
Not a sign of him was visible!