"They're makin' off with our hosses!" bellowed Spangler.
"And they've got the pearls!" added Hank.
"We got ter ketch 'em!" stormed Spangler. "We got ter pick up hosses some'rs an' git holt of 'em!"
He started to run along the slope in the direction the horses were going.
"Come back here, you fool!" ordered Hank. "We couldn't overhaul them in a thousand years, on foot."
"What'll we do?" flung back Spangler. "We kain't stand here an' watch 'em go skyhootin' off with our hosses an' them pearls. Of all the Injun plays I ever heerd of, this takes the banner!"
Hank was already retracing his way down the slope.
"We'll take the automobile!" he yelled, over his shoulder. "We'll be climbing right on top of 'em in a brace of shakes."
"Dot means us, Matt!" exclaimed Carl. "You do vat dey say, und py chimineddy I vill catch oop mit dot Pringle feller! Wienerwurst! I'll make him t'ink I vas vorse as dot!"
With revolvers in their hands, Spangler and Hank came plunging for the car.