"Probably not," said Grattan. "Small things sometimes lead to big results. Show me the loose burr and I'll tighten it. After that, McGlory, we'll bid you an affectionate farewell and show these mountains our heels."
"The wrench I've got isn't large enough," went on McGlory. "You'll have to get another out of the tool box."
This was a clever ruse on the cowboy's part to draw the thief to the footboard of the car—placing him handily for Banks and Gridly.
The tool box was open. Grattan, entirely unsuspicious, went back around the side of the car and stooped over to get the wrench.
The next moment Banks had thrown himself on top of him, Gridly had dropped out the other side of the car, McGlory had whirled on Pardo, and Matt, Boggs, and Tige were rushing out of the bushes.
The trap had been sprung, and sprung so neatly that neither Grattan nor Pardo had the slightest chance of getting out of it or of using their firearms.
[CHAPTER XV.]
BACK TO THE FARM.
The skirmish—for it amounted to little more than that—was over with in short order.