So, in order, as he hoped, to provide an easier means of getting back to the place they wished to reach, Bud led the way along a different trail on the retreat.
It was practically a retreat, though one they had selected for themselves, since the outlaws had distanced them.
It was rather a dejected bunch of boy ranchers and their friends that were now back-trailing. There was not much talk, after the excitement of the attack which had "petered out," and even Bud, gay and cheerful as he usually was, now seemed to have little to say.
It was Dick who startled them all by suddenly exclaiming:
"Look ahead there! Isn't that a man on the trail?" He, with Nort and Bud were in advance of the others. Dick pointed toward the place where he thought he saw something suspicious.
"I don't glimpse anything," observed Nort.
"Nor I," said his cousin.
"He's gone now," Dick stated. "But I did see some one, and I'm almost sure it was a Greaser. Looked just like one of their hats."
"What is it!" called Slim, for he caught snatches of the rather excited talk of the boys.
"Dick thought he saw one of the Del Pinzo gang," answered Bud.