ubt but that some of them had been partly sawed through, in order to weaken them so t

h?" exclaimed Dave in a

e?" asked

e sawing through the posts so our best bunch of cattle would ge

" advised Pocus Pete,

hat do y

ccusations like that, without somethin' t' back 'em up. I

w that

this mean trick? For mean trick it is, as s

way as fast as his horse could

evidence in a court of law. You did

-perhaps even inside an hour. Maybe just before I came." Dave pointed to the moist earth under some of the splinter

oesn't prove anythin'. Now if we could find a saw with Len's name o

de of the corral, leaving the part next the broken fence free for

way with him when he rode off," Da

lish if he didn't-provided it w

"And I'll take it out of him for tryin

d told Pocus Pete he was going to regard Mr. Carson as his father-he had thought o

what you do, Dave; that

e

d of Len Molick," was

an crowd, an' though you are pretty good, you're no

with Len, for I'm

l as a bully, an' he'd howl for help if you went at him. An' Whitey is just th' kind t' pit

en until I can get him alone somewh

way, though I don't appro

l known fact that Pocus Pete was considered the bes

I have to. But I'm not goin' ou

y one, but once he had started on what he regarded as a right course, nothing would turn hi

him a chance to defend himself. But now, Pete, what are we going to do? We can't l

ew posts will have to be set, and it's got to be done before dark. Tell

will y

attle. It won't take long, and

ke what repairs we can. That will make

of the broken posts and boards, the gap in the fence was made smal

to the back of Crow and started for the ranch on the gallo

as he rode on. "I'm pretty sure he did the trick, bu

ld be better not to say anything about Len just

e watch for him,"

ed. But there was a certain sense of exhilaration after all. He had done a good piece of work, and he realized it

ter a while," thought Dave, not wit

g a patch several miles square, consisting of some rocky hills, well wooded, with a number of deep gullies in them. More than once cattle had wandered in among them and been lost. And

n keeping his eyes open for a sight of Len Molick, but had

o his black horse, who was going along a no

n the silence, undisturbed save by the rattle

rd uttered in somewhat

harply, and looked about. He could see nothing, and the silence seem

and what do you want? Where are you?

e me. I'm down behind a rock. I'm caught, and hanging over

f the voice. An instant later something white flashed up