on his way to the railroad station. It's a pity Ike Watson didn't plug every one of em when he had the chance. Next thing yer know they'll be runnin off with a bunch o' cattle."
"Be careful when you shoot; my brother Chet is there," continued Paul, not wishing Chet to be mistaken for a horse thief in the dark.
"I know the lad, and I also know this Saul Mangle and his crowd," returned Jack Blowfen. "I owe Mangle one for the way he treated me in Deadwood one day."
He ran so swiftly that Paul had hard work to keep up with him. Dottery had already disappeared in the darkness of the night.
Bang! Bang! The shots came from behind the barn, while Paul was some distance away. It was Dottery firing at the thieves. Jack Blowfen was chasing them down by the wire fence.
"Paul! Paul! Hold on!"
It was Chet's voice. As he cried out the lad arose from the grass and caught his brother by the sleeve. Paul had passed so close that he had almost trodden on Chet.
"Come on, Chet."
"I'm coming. But hadn't we better look to our horses?"
