"There'll be no dirty work, if that's what you mean," said Will quietly.
Brown stared hard at him.
"D'you mean you'll object to hanging 'em?"
"Not in the least. We hang or shoot cattle thieves in the States. I said there'll be no dirty work, that's all."
"Shall we rest a while, and come on them fresh in the morning?" I proposed.
"Forward!" snorted Brown. "Why d'you want to wait?"
"Forward it is!" agreed Will. "When we get a bit closer we'll stop and hold council of war."
"One minute!" said I. "Tell me what that is?"
I had been searching the whole countryside, looking for some means of stealing on the marauders unawares and finding none. They had chosen their camping place very wisely from the point of view of men unwilling to be taken by surprise. Far away over to our right, appearing and disappearing as I watched them, were a number of tiny black dots in sort of wide half-moon formation, and a larger number of rather larger dots contained within the semicircle.
"Cattle!" exploded Brown.