"

"That remains for you to find out."

"They seem to carry things with a high hand here."

"It's Sack Todd's ranch, and he has a right to do as he pleases. He
didn't invite you or the others to come," returned Dan Baxter with
a scowl.

In the meantime, the owner of Red Rock ranch was hurrying around in
search of the supposed Bill Cashaw. He visited the kitchen and the
other rooms, and then ran to the barn and other outbuildings. But it
was all useless; the driver of the wagon could not be found.

"I want all of you to hunt for the wagon driver," stormed the ranch
owner. "He must be found!"

"What's wrong now?" asked Andy Jimson.

"Everything. I've just got a warning. Read it."

The long-nosed man did so, and drew down the corners of his mouth.

"This looks bad," he said. "Well, you've got the three Rovers right
enough. You think--"

"That wagon driver may not be Bill Cashaw at all."

"Worse and worse, Sack. We must find him, by all means."

The search was taken up with renewed care, and four men kept at it
for over an hour. Then the crowd assembled in the main room of the ranch.

"He has run away and left the horses and wagon behind," said Sack Todd.

"I thought he acted rather queer," put in one of the men. "I asked
him about Cal Jessup, and he didn't seem to want to answer."

"He was a spy--there is not the least doubt of it," came from Andy
Jimson. "More than likely, he was a government detective."

While the men were talking the matter over, there was the sound of
hoof strokes on the road leading to the ranch door, and a horseman
came up, nearly out of breath from hard riding.

"What's the news, Phil?" shouted Sack Todd. "Nothing wrong, I hope."

"Snapper has been arrested and a detective is on your trail," shouted
back the horseman. "I was afraid I'd be too late. You want to get
ready to vamoose."

The men of the ranch crowded around the new-comer and plied him with
questions. Tom tried to catch all that was said, but was unable to do so.

"We'll have to make short work of this, I am afraid," he heard Sack
Todd say, a little later.

"What about the boy?" questioned the long-nosed man.

"He ought to be shot!" was the cold-blooded reply, which made Tom shiver.

"Shall we put him with the rest?"

"Yes."

Without ceremony, poor Tom was marched away to the trap-door, a man
on each side of him. Dan Baxter came behind.

"You don't like it, do you?" sneered the bully. "You'll like it still