“But the women won’t let us go, perhaps,” objected Sandy.
“Tell ’em it’s orders from the old man.”
“That won’t be the truth.”
“Never mind. I’ll guarantee he won’t offer any complaint when you two ride up to where we’re camping.”
“Then you think we won’t be too late if we don’t join you till to-morrow afternoon?”
“No—nor if you didn’t get to us for a couple of days. If we drive that slick cuss out of the bottoms inside of a week, we’ll be all-fired lucky.”
A moment the foreman hesitated, then reached out his hand and shook Ki Yi’s gratefully.
“All right, I’ll do it. Much obliged. I won’t forget this night.”
And, without saying another word or asking for any instructions from the ranch owners, Sandy set out to return to the ruins and Mrs. Hawks at a rapid lope.