"Is yore paw home, Miss Lee?" he asked breathlessly.
"Some one to see you, dad," called the girl over her shoulder.
Wallace Snaith sauntered out to the porch. "'Lo, Dumont!"
"I claim that hundred dollars reward. I done found 'em, Mr. Snaith."
Lee, about to enter the house, stopped in her tracks.
"Where?" demanded the cattleman jubilantly.
"Down the river—hid in a dugout they done built. I'll take you-all there."
"I knew they couldn't be far away when that first hawss came in all blood-stained. Hustle up four or five of the boys, Dumont. Get 'em here on the jump." In the face of the big drover could be read a grim elation.
His daughter confronted him. "What are you going to do, dad?"
"None o' yore business, Lee. You ain't in this," he answered promptly.