"It sure does look like 'em to me!" declared Nort.
"Could it be one of our regular herds?" Dick asked.
"None of our cattle are down that way," the cowboy said.
"Then they're rustlers!" cried Bud. "After 'em, boys!"
CHAPTER XIII
A CLOUD OF DUST
Flappings of heels to the flanks of horses, the tightening of reins, firmer seats in the saddles and glances at the heavy revolvers swinging in their holsters at the sides of the riders came as a prelude to the burst of speed which immediately followed the sight of the distant herd of cattle being hazed across the prairie.
"Whoop-ee!" cried Yellin' Kid. "We'll show 'em what's what! Whoop-ee!"
"Reckon you can stand a fight?" asked Nort, looking at the leg of the cowboy, which had been severely injured.