s and had been war.

"This is bad news--bad news!" muttered Mr. Merkel. "We ranchers will
have to get together and talk it over. We've got to do something! I
want to talk to Tom Ogden." He was the owner of Circle T ranch, and a
friend of Mr. Merkel.

"Shall I go for him in the flivver?" asked Bud, for since the advent of
the little car he and his cousins often journeyed in it, leaving their
horses in the corral. Though there were places where only a horse
could be used, and of course for cattle work no cowboy would think of
anything but of being in the saddle.

"No, thank you. I'll call him on the wire," said Mr. Merkel. "I'll
have him bring some of the other ranchers over. We've got to act
quickly."

"When does the land-grabbing start?" asked Dick.

"It's open now--has been for the last two weeks. This notice is late,"
said Mr. Merkel, looking at the paper in his hand. "Even now some of
the sheep men may be coming up from the Mexican border. We've got to
do something mighty sudden!"

Seldom had Bud and his cousins seen Mr. Merkel so moved, and the boys
realized from this the grave danger.

That evening a number of wealthy and influential ranch owners gathered
at Diamond X to talk the situation over. As cattle men in a small way,
the Boy Ranchers, as they were called, were allowed to "sit in" on the
conference.

"The worst of it for me," said Mr. Merkel, "is that the range where I
breed my best steers is near this Spur Creek tract, and the sheep will
naturally over-run my feeding ground."

"Can't you fence it in?" asked Mr. Ogden.

"Too late for that now; it would take weeks to get the wire here, and
some of those onery sheep men wouldn't mind cutting the strands,
anyhow. It only takes one night for a band of sheep to ruin a good
many miles of pasture. No, what we've got to do is to fight 'em from
the start--not let 'em get there."

"We'll take up the land ourselves!" exclaimed Henry Small.

"Can't, Hen," objected Mr. Merkel. "We all own our full share now, and
maybe a little more. Of course, when you look at it from a legal
standpoint a sheep man has just as many rights under the government as
we have. But not by custom or western ways."

"Not by a long shot!" cried the other ranchmen.

"I hope your papers are all straight," observed Mr. Ogden to Bud's
father.

"What papers?"

"Your deeds and documents that give you the right to land on this side
of Spur Creek. If there's a