"I see a light," returned James Monday. He ran to where there was a cleared space. "I believe the ranch is on fire!" he gasped.
"It is so!" exclaimed Songbird. "I can see the Iflames plainly. Now, how did that happen?"
"I don't know. Let us draw closer. I want to see what Sack Todd and his crowd will do."
The government official hurried forward and the two boys followed him, bringing along the horses as before. Soon they were at a spot where they could see the conflagration plainly. To their astonishment, not a soul appeared around the ranch or the outbuildings.
"What does this mean?" asked Songbird. "That gang certainly can't be in the burning building.
"I know what it means!" cried the detective, and there was something like anguish in his voice. "They have abandoned the ranch and set fire to it!"
"Abandoned the ranch?" repeated Songbird.
"Den vot of der Rofer poys?" asked the German youth.
"Don't ask me," said the detective. "They may have escaped, or else—" He did not finish.
"Do you mean those rascals might leave them in the ranch, prisoners?" asked Songbird.
