Part 12 (1/2)

”I don't think you will,” retorted Paul.

”Not without a big fight,” added Chet.

”The boys have a right to stay here until put out,” said Noel Urner.

”The property is in dispute, and the only way to settle the matter is by going to law.”

”I didn't ask for your advice,” growled the captain, fiercely. ”I own this ranch, an' I'm a-goin' to have it, an' putty quick, too!”

And without another word he turned on his heel, strode out of the house, sprang on his horse, and rode away at top speed.

”Phew! but isn't he mad!” exclaimed Chet, as the rider disappeared up the river trail.

”You bet!” returned Paul, dropping into a bit of slang. ”But he can stay mad as long as he pleases; he can't bulldoze us.”

”He is not so sure of his rights as he pretends to be,” remarked Noel Urner, who, in the course of his city life, had met many men similar to Captain Grady. ”If he knew all was right he wouldn't bl.u.s.ter so much.”

”That's my idea of it, too,” rejoined Chet. ”I am half inclined to think he never bought the land--that is, paid for what he supposed was a t.i.tle to it--for he couldn't really buy it except it was sold by Uncle Barnaby.”

”Well, by the time he pays another visit your brother will be back most likely. It is a pity that your uncle should just now be missing.”

The afternoon wore away, and anxiously the two boys awaited the coming of Allen. Several times they went up to the roof of the house and swept all points of the compa.s.s with their field gla.s.s.

At last the shades of night began to fall, and with heavy hearts the two began the round of evening work, feeding the chickens and pigs and seeing that everything was secure for the night. There were also a couple of cows to milk and a dozen or more of eggs to gather.

Noel Urner went around with them as before, and he was greatly interested. When they returned to the house he began to question them as to the extent of the ranch.

”Oh, it's pretty big,” replied Paul. ”It runs up and down the river nearly half a mile, and as far back as what we call the second foothills. If we had horses I could ride you around and show you.”

”Are there any mines in the foothills?” was the young man's next question.

”There used to be a few, but they have all been abandoned because they did not pay.”

”Perhaps this Captain Grady has struck something that will pay.”

”Hardly. My father and Uncle Barnaby went over every foot of the ground half a dozen times, and they were both better prospectors than the captain.”

Noel Urner was about to ask more questions, but a sound outside of the stockade caused him to pause. They all listened, and then Chet gave a shout.

”Somebody is coming! It must be Allen or Ike Watson! Come on out and see!”

CHAPTER XI.

Ike Watson's Arrival

Let us go back to Allen.

We left him just as the sound made by Paul's horse aroused the leader of the horse thieves, whose full name was Saul Mangle.