"To the stables," whispered Old Broadbrim.
Merle turned in that direction, when all at once a figure stepped from the path.
Quick as thought the detective turned upon the intruder, but a hand was thrown up and a voice spoke:
"You have him, I see, Riggs."
"Waters!" cried Old Broadbrim, and Merle lost color.
"You have but little time to lose," continued the young Briton. "The steeds are in the stable and ready."
A minute later the party gained the stables of the ranch, and Waters opened the doors.
"Which horse will you ride?" asked Old Broadbrim, turning upon Merle.
There was no reply.
The whole thing seemed a dream to the man who had been tracked from America.