“What’s got you now?” demanded Dig, finally noticing that his chum was fixed in one position for a long time.
“Look here,” Chet said, offering him the glasses.
“Well, look out for Stone Fence,” returned Dig, and urged Poke nearer to the bay mount, while he reached for the glasses.
“Fix them on those dots over yonder,” advised Chet. “Now, look good.”
Dig did so. In a minute he exclaimed:
“Cattle grazing!”
“Think so?”
“Sure. Maybe Stone Fence belongs to that herd.”
“But to whom does the herd belong?” demanded Chet. “We know well enough that there is no ranch nearer than the Ogallala. Those are not strays from the cattle trail. Weak and crippled cattle that are abandoned on the march fall an easy prey to wolves and lions.”
“What do you make of it, then?” demanded Dig.