“I reckon I sleep mighty hard,” said Chet thoughtfully. “I know mother has hard work to wake me up in the morning, sometimes. A good hunter ought to sleep lightly.”
“There are no medals on either of us,” commented Dig. “Those follows must be laughing at us.”
“We’ll make them laugh on the other side of their mouths if we catch them!” declared Chet, with anger.
“How?”
“I’m very sure they are not so well mounted as we are. Poke and Hero are two of the best horses owned in Silver Run—you know that.”
“Sure!”
“And it stands to reason the thieves are not so well armed as we are.”
“Whew! you don’t mean to chase them and shoot them, Chet?” demanded the startled Digby.
“Of course not! But I’m glad to know that we’ve got rifles that will probably shoot a good deal farther than any weapons they may carry.”
“Huh!” said Dig, scarcely understanding. Then he inquired: “Do you suppose, Chet, that these were the chaps that startled that wolf yesterday, and spoiled our buffalo hunt?”