Part 2 (2/2)

”It looks as if they didn't antic.i.p.ate being followed,” was the way Allen figured it, but he soon found out his mistake, when, on coming around a rocky spur of ground, the trail suddenly vanished.

The young ranchman came to a halt in some dismay, and a look of perplexity quickly stole over his face. He looked to the right and the left, and ahead, but all to no purpose. The trail was gone.

”Here's a state of things,” he murmured as he continued to gaze around.

”Where in the land of goodness has it gone to? They couldn't have taken wings and flown away.”

Allen spent all of a quarter of an hour on the rocky spur. Then on a venture he moved forward over the bare rocks, feeling pretty certain that it was the only way they could have gone without leaving tracks behind them.

He calculated that he had traveled nearly ten miles. His mare showed signs of being tired, and he spoke to her more kindly than ever.

”It won't do, Lilly,” he said, patting her soft neck affectionately. ”We have got to get through somehow or other. You must brace up and when it is all over you can take the best kind of a long resting spell.”

And the faithful animal laid back her ears and appeared to understand every word he said to her. She was a most knowing creature, and Allen would have gone wild had she been one of those stolen.

The barren, rocky way lasted for upward of half a mile, and came to an end in a slight decline covered with rich gra.s.s and more brush. Allen looked about him eagerly.

”Hurrah! there is the trail, true enough!” he cried, as the well understood marks in the growth beneath his feet met his gaze. ”That was a lucky chance I took. On, Lilly, and we'll have Jasper and Rush back before nightfall, or know the reason why.”

Away flew the mare once more over the plain that stretched before her for several miles. Beyond were the mountains, covered with a purplish haze.

The vicinity of the mountains was gained at last, and now, more than tired, the mare dropped into a walk as the first upward slope was struck.

Hardly had she done so than Allen saw something that made his heart jump. It was a man, and he was riding Chet's horse!

CHAPTER III.

A Dangerous Situation

It was not possible for Allen Winthrop to make any mistake regarding the animal the man on the mountain trail was riding. Too often had he ridden on Rush's back, and too well did he know the st.u.r.dy little horse's characteristics.

But the man was a stranger to the young ranchman, and he could not even remember having seen the rascal's face before.

”Stop!” called out Allen, as he struck Lilly to urge her on. ”Stop! Do you hear me?”

The man caught the words and wheeled about quickly. He was evidently much disturbed by the encounter. He had been looking ahead, and had known nothing of Allen's approach.

”Stop, do you hear?” repeated Allen.

”Wot do yer want?” was the surly response, but the speaker did not draw rein in the least.

”I want you to stop!” exclaimed Allen, growing excited. ”That horse belongs to my brother!”

”Reckon you air mistaken, stranger,” was the cool reply. ”This air hoss is mine.”

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