look look was certainly a dismal one, and the boys felt in anything but a good humor.
"Our little trip to Mr. Denton's ranch isn't panning out so beautifully, after all," remarked Fred. "I thought we were going to have the nicest kind of an outing. All told, I rather think I would prefer to be back on the houseboat."
Presently they came out on a road in the rear of Red Rock ranch. There was a ditch to cross, and then a line of thorns, which gave all more than one scratch.
Suddenly they were startled by a shot, fired at a distance. Another shot soon followed.
"What does that mean?" cried Fred. "Where's the dog?"
"Perhaps Sam and Dick are trying to escape," returned Songbird.
"I hope nobody is shooting them," put in Tom, "I must say," he added, "I don't like this at all. The dog is gone."
"Hadn't we better place the horses in the woods and investigate?"
"No, we'll take the horses along, and if there is trouble, we'll use our pistols," answered Tom firmly.
They advanced with caution, and soon came to where the road made a turn westward. Tom
