CHAPTER X.
Pine Ridge Range Ablaze.
At dusk that night a glow was in the southern sky, and the wind carried the pungent odor of burning grass. Dick went out on the porch after dinner, and sniffed the air uneasily.
"I don't much like the look of it," he admitted to Sir Redmond. "It smells pretty strong, to be across the river. I sent a couple of the boys out to look a while ago. If it's this side of the river we'll have to get a move on."
"It will be the range land, I take it, if it's on this side," Sir Redmond remarked.
Just then a man thundered through the lane and up to the very steps of the porch, and when he stopped the horse he was riding leaned forward and his legs shook with exhaustion.
"The Pine Ridge Range is afire, Mr. Lansell," the man announced quietly.
Dick took a long pull at his cigar and threw it away. "Have the boys throw some barrels and
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