setting down his lantern. "How many were there in your party?"
"How many did you catch?" questioned Dick, at the same time pinching his brother's arm to make Sam keep quiet.
"You answer my question, boy!" growled the owner of the ranch.
"Why don't you answer mine?"
"I am not here to answer questions."
"Who said I was, then?"
"You are a prisoner."
"You had better answer up, if you know what's good fer you," broke in Andy Jimson. "Sack doesn't stand for any nonsense."
"Tell me, how many were in your party?" repeated the owner of the ranch.
"Something less than half a hundred."
"What!" The owner of Red Rock ranch leaped to his feet, and then sat down again on a bench opposite the two Rovers. "You are fooling."
"All right; then don't question me."
"They must have organized a regular searching party," burst out the long-nosed man. "If they did, Sack, we are in for it."
"It's all talk, Andy. They couldn't get up such a party around here. Folks know better than to bother me. Besides, they know I am a good
