"That's the way they ought to be," declared Dick. "I hate sitting around and waiting for something to happen."
"We didn't have to wait very long," chuckled Bud.
"That's right," agreed Nort. "Wonder who it is that's been after your dad's cattle now?" he ventured.
"Maybe some of the old gang—maybe a new one," replied Bud. "You never can tell."
"You mean Del Pinzo's old gang?" asked Dick.
"He's the worst of the lot—always was and always will be," declared Bud.
"But how does he keep out of jail?" Nort wanted to know.
"That's one of the mysteries of it," went on Bud. "We've had him sent up more than once, but he gets out again by some sort of lawyer's trick. Either that or he breaks jail. The jails around here aren't anything to boast of," he said with a laugh. "They're more a joke than anything else."
"Do you reckon Del Pinzo is out now?" asked Nort.
"Shouldn't wonder a bit," Bud assented. "We can tell whether he had a hand in this or not as soon as we hear dad tell what happened."