"Do you think something will happen?" asked Nort.
"Well, things have been happening ever since we came out here," observed Dick. "First it was the finding of the Triceratops. Then it was the water fight in the mysterious tunnel, and now it's the rustlers after our cattle. Isn't that enough to happen?"
"Oh, yes," admitted Nort. "But I thought Bud meant something special was about due."
"It wouldn't surprise me if it did happen," declared the western lad. "But I wasn't thinking of anything out of the usual. Only the combination—Four Eyes missing and us seeing the light makes me suspicious. So I'm ready for anything."
"And I'm ready for my bunk!" declared Dick, with a yawn. "It's most morning! Let's turn in!"
They did, but none of the boy ranchers rested well, for they were too worried.
What did it all mean? And what events portended? These were questions they wished soon would be answered.
The morning did not bring the return of Four Eyes, nor in the better light were any more clues discovered at the Watch Tower. Looking from its height, over the peaceful valley, the boy ranchers saw nothing evil, and there was no hint of coming disaster other than in the suspicions engendered by the recent strange happenings.
"Do you suppose that signalling could have meant an Indian uprising?" asked Nort.
"Cracky! If it does we'll have to fight 'em, won't we?" asked
Dick, with sparkling eyes.