"Say, you! There were three horses in the hang-out with Klegg!"
"What o' that?" answered Spangler.
"Why, those boys have gone there and are getting the horses."
"How could they go thar, Hank? They didn't pass me."
"They might have got there when you didn't see them. While we're wasting time here, I'll bet something handsome they're getting out those horses. Come on! Don't lose another second fooling around among those rocks!"
"Waal, I don't reckon——"
"Come on, I say!" roared Brisco.
The two men were heard scrambling down the slope, getting farther and farther away.
Back in the little recess Matt could hear the boy chuckling and talking to himself.
"Come on, Josh!" whispered Matt, starting up. "Be careful, though! This is our day for luck, all right."