of galloping hoofs had shut the ranchman up. A pony was approaching on a dead run, and the next moment a long, loud "Ye-ow! ye-ow!" announced the rider's excitement as something extraordinary.
"Who's that, Ike?" cried Hicks, leaping from his chair.
"Scrub Weston," said the foreman as he clumped down the veranda steps.
Jib slipped through the window. Hicks followed him on the jump, and Jane Ann led the exodus of the visitors. There was plainly something of an exciting nature at hand. A pony flashed out of the darkness and slid to a perilous halt right at the steps.
"Hi, Boss!" yelled the cowboy who bestrode the pony. "Fire's sweeping up from Tintacker way! I bet it's that Bughouse Johnny the boys have chased two or three times. He's plumb loco, that feller is—oughtn't to be left at large. The whole chapparel down that a-way is blazin' and, if the wind rises, more'n ha'f of your grazin'll be swept away."
