"There! Seen it again," said Jake.
"I saw!… Jake, mark that spot.… Nash, slow down," yelled Anderson.
Lenore gathered from the look of her father and the cowboy that something was amiss, but she could not guess what it might be. Nash bent sullenly at his task of driving.
"I reckon about here," said Jake, waving his hand.
"Stop her," ordered Anderson, and as the car came to a halt he got out, followed by Jake.
"Wal, I marked it by thet rock," declared the cowboy.
"So did I," responded Anderson. "Let's get over the fence an' find what it was they threw in there."
Jake rested a lean hand on a post and vaulted the fence. But Anderson had to climb laboriously and painfully over the barbed-wire obstruction. Lenore marveled at his silence and his persistence. Anderson hated wire fences. Presently he got over, and then he divided his time between searching in the wheat and peering after the strange car that was drawing far away.
Lenore saw Jake pick up something and scrutinize it.
"I'll be dog-goned!" he muttered. Then he approached Anderson. "What is thet?"