"In a minute. Let us find out what that firing means."
Paul led the way in the direction of the barn. There, in the gloom, they saw two men struggling violently. They were Dottery and the negro, Jeff Jones. The other horse thieves and Jack Blowfen were nowhere in sight.
Two horses were running about wildly, alarmed by the shots in the dark. Both were bridled but had no saddles.
"Catch the hosses!" yelled Dottery, as he made out the forms of the boys. "Don't let em get out of that break in the fence!"
"Have you that man?" cried Paul.
"I will have in a second."
The brothers ran for the animals as directed. It was no light work to secure them. When it was accomplished they ran the horses into the barn and closed the doors. As they came out panting from their exertions, they heard a gunshot from the brush on the opposite side of the road, and then the voice of Jack Blowfen calling out:
"Let them hosses go, you rascals! Take that, Saul Mangle, fer the trick yer played me in Deadwood!"
