you rode is the
prettiest I ever saw."

Ranger, with the other animals, was grazing along the little brook.
Packs and saddles had been removed. The men ate leisurely. There
was little evidence of hurried flight. Yet Helen could not cast off
uneasiness. Roy might have been deep, and careless, with a motive to
spare the girls' anxiety, but Dale seemed incapable of anything he did
not absolutely mean.

"Rest or walk," he advised the girls. "We've got forty miles to ride
before dark."

Helen preferred to rest, but Bo walked about, petting the horses and
prying into the packs. She was curious and eager.

Dale and Roy talked in low tones while they cleaned up the utensils and
packed them away in a heavy canvas bag.

"You really expect Anson 'll strike my trail this mornin'?" Dale was
asking.

"I shore do," replied Roy.

"An' how do you figure that so soon?"

"How'd you figure it--if you was Snake Anson?" queried Roy, in reply.

"Depends on that rider from Magdalena," Said Dale, soberly. "Although
it's likely I'd seen them wheel tracks an' hoss tracks made where we
turned off. But supposin' he does."

"Milt, listen. I told you Snake met us boys face to face day before
yesterday in Show Down. An' he was plumb curious."

"But he missed seein' or hearin' about me," replied Dale.

"Mebbe he did an' mebbe he didn't. Anyway, what's the difference whether
he finds out this mornin' or this evenin'?"

"Then you ain't expectin' a fight if Anson holds up the stage?"

"Wal, he'd have to shoot first, which ain't likely. John an' Hal, since
thet shootin'-scrape a year ago, have been sort of gun-shy. Joe might
get riled. But I reckon the best we can be shore of is a delay. An' it'd
be sense not to count on thet."

"Then you hang up here an' keep watch for Anson's gang--say long enough
so's to be sure they'd be in sight if they find our tracks this mornin'.
Makin' sure one way or another, you ride 'cross-country to Big Spring,
where I'll camp to-night."

Roy nodded approval of that suggestion. Then without more words both men
picked up ropes and went after the horses. Helen was watching Dale, so
that when Bo cried out in great excitement Helen turned to see a savage
yellow little mustang standing straight up on his hind legs and pawing
the air. Roy had roped him and was now dragging him into camp.

"Nell, look at that for a wild pony!" exclaimed Bo.

Helen busied herself getting well out of the way of the infuriated
mu