Part 13 (2/2)

Tad decided that he was the leader of the party, but it was not yet clear what they were planning to do. Yet he knew that if he listened long enough something was sure to be dropped that would give him a clue to the mystery.

”Bob's mad as a trapped bear over it. Swears he'll kill every sheep in the country before he'll let Simms drive in the new herd and graze it here.”

”Suppose you put it into his head proper like to do something?”

laughed one.

”Well, I did talk it over with him a bit,” admitted the leader. ”But he wasn't hard to show.”

”When is the thing coming off?”

”We haven't decided yet. We four will talk that over. Perhaps the same night they get in. They'll be restless then and easy to start.”

”But won't the foreman corral the sheep?”

”Don't think so. Haven't room. They haven't fixed up a new corral, because they expected to graze the sheep on north. That many will clean up the range right straight ahead of us for more'n a hundred miles, so that we cattle men won't have half a chance to graze our cattle,” grinned the spokesman of the party.

His companions laughed harshly.

”I reckon,” answered another. ”We'll have all the cattle men on both sides of the Rosebud range so stirred up that they will pitch into that flock like hyenas who haven't had a square meal since snow fell last. When they break loose there's going to be fun, now I tell you. That's the time we get busy. We ought to be able to get a thousand of them anyhow. Before next morning we'll be so far down toward the Big Horn range that they won't catch us. And besides, after the cattle men get through killing mutton, a thousand more or less won't be missed. It'll make a nice bunch to add to our flock.

If we work that a few times we'll have enough to make a s.h.i.+pment worth while.”

”So that's the game is it?” muttered Tad Butler. ”Well, they won't do it if I can help it.” Yet be realized how powerless he was at that moment to defeat their nefarious plans.

Somehow they were going to urge the real cattle men to use highhanded measures to destroy Mr. Simms's flock. They were going to scatter them, and then these men were going to make off with all they could drive away. It did not seem to the listening boy that such things were possible; yet Mr. Simms was authority for the statement that such acts were not unknown in this far northern state.

There were still many points that Tad was not clear on, but he had heard enough to enable him to give the rancher a timely warning of what they proposed to do.

The lad knew what that meant. It meant trouble. His sympathies had been largely with the cattle men--he had looked down on the sheep industry and for the reason that he knew only what the cattle men had told him about it.

At that moment Tad Butler was experiencing a change of heart. That they could plan ruthlessly to slaughter the inoffensive little animals pa.s.sed his comprehension. A remark below him caused the lad to p.r.i.c.k up his ears and listen intently.

”As I came over the Little Muddy this afternoon, I thought I saw some sort of a camp in the foothills,” said a voice. ”Thought mebby that might be the outfit, though I couldn't see what they were doing on that side of the range.”

”Oh,” laughed the big man, ”I know the one you mean. Yes, I took a look at that outfit myself.”

”Oh, he did, eh? Wonder we didn't see him,” grunted Tad, realizing that the men referred to the camp of the Pony Riders. ”There was something besides bears around there, I see.”

”Find out what it was!”

”Yes, it seemed to be a camp of boys. There was only one man in the bunch so far as I could see. He was a tall gent with whiskers that hadn't been shaved for two weeks o' Sundays.”

Tad could not repress a laugh.

”I wish the boys could hear that,” he said, laughing softly. ”That hits off the Professor better than a real picture could do.”

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