"
"Say, Inspector, hold up!" cried Mr. Cadwaller as the Inspector set off
again. "Ain't yuh goin' to sneak up on 'em like?"
"Sneak up on them? No, of course not," said the Inspector curtly. "We
shall ride right in."
"Say, Raimes," said Mr. Cadwaller, "a hole would be a blame nice thing
to find just now."
"Do you think there will be any trouble?" enquired Mr. Hiram Sligh of
Sergeant Crisp.
"Trouble? Perhaps so," replied Crisp, as if to him it were a matter of
perfect indifference.
"We'll never git them hosses," said Raimes. "But we've got to stay with
the chief, I guess."
And so they followed Inspector Dickson down into the valley, where in
the distance could be seen a number of horses and cattle grazing. They
had not ridden far along the valley bottom when Mr. Cadwaller spurred up
upon the Inspector and called out excitedly,
"I say, Inspector, them's our hosses right there. Say, let's run 'em
off."
"Can you pick them out?" enquired the Inspector, turning in his saddle.
"Every last one!" said Raimes.
"Very well, cut them out and get them into a bunch," said the Inspector.
"I see there are some Indians herding them apparently. Pay no attention
to them, but go right along with your work."
"There's one of 'em off to give tongue!" cried Mr. Cadwaller excitedly.
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