away the time. I reckon there is no telling when Allen will be back."
"No. I don t care much, if he only keeps from getting into serious trouble."
In the meantime Allen had passed down the trail until the buildings of the ranch were left far behind. He knew the way well, and had no difficulty in finding the tracks—new ones—made by the hoofs of four horses.
"As long as they remain as fresh as they are now it will be easy enough to follow them," was the mental conclusion which he reached, as he urged forward his tired mare in a way that showed his fondness for the animal and his disinclination to make her do more than could fairly be expected.
The belt of cottonwood was soon passed, and Allen emerged upon the bank of a small brook which flowed into the river at a point nearly half a mile further on.
He examined the wet bank of the brook minutely and came to the conclusion that here the horse thieves had stopped the animals for a drink.
"I imagine they came a long distance to get here," he thought, "and that means they will go a long way before they settle down for the
