Move right along lively," he added. "And I'll go along with you to
see that you don't hamstring my horses, which I don't put past an
underhanded cattle-thief like you."

Sorenson seemed striving for words that would adequately blast those
before him, but they appeared lacking. With a last malignant glare he
walked out upon the veranda and down across the yard, with his guard
following him.

When Johnson returned after Sorenson's departure in his car, he was
grinning sardonically.

"I shouldn't want him running among my cattle; he'd bite 'em and give
'em the rabies," he remarked.

Janet caught and pressed his toil-roughened hand.

"You'll never know how much I thank you for coming in just when you
did," she cried.

"Pshaw, your father would have showed up and stopped him."

"I'm not so sure. Father has no weapon, and that man did have one. It
was the sight of your pistol that made him cower. You couldn't have
chosen a more lucky minute to arrive."

"Well, it was a little bit timely, as it turned out. Considering too
that we were coming to see you anyway, it was just as well to walk in
when we could do some good. Mary has something for you to read, if you
read Spanish."

"Yes, I do."

"That's good. Show 'em what you have, daughter."

Mary drew a knotted handkerchief from her bosom and undid the knots.
Appeared the doubled paper she had found. This she passed to Janet.

"Why,--why, this is the document I had!" the latter exclaimed,
joyfully. "Where did you find it?"

"Up by the smashed automobile, when father and I were at the cabin."
She exchanged a guarded look with her father. "There are names in it
that made me think it might be valuable. So when father came back from
Bowenville I showed it to him. But neither of us could read it. We
thought we'd better bring it to you to read."

"It is valuable, very valuable. I had it when I was seized by Ed
Sorenson and he took it away from me. Evidently, then, it fell from
his pocket at the time of the accident. Yes, indeed, it's important.
It means everything to certain parties. I'll read it, but you
understand what it tells is private at present."

"We understand--and I think I know what it's going to say," Johnson
remarked, grimly.

Thereupon while the others listened Janet read a translation of the
long document. To her and her father the facts were not new, for Weir
had already related such as he knew of the happenings in Vorse's
saloon on that eventful d