Both were smoking pipes and leaning against the tree with their eyes closed.
"Let us dismount and tiptoe our way to them," whispered Allen. "If we secure their horses first they will have no chance to get away from us."
"A good plan, lad," returned Watson, in an equally low tone. "Supposin' ye an I leave our nags with Mr. Urner?"
This was agreed upon, and after dismounting the horses were led behind some heavy brush by the young man from the east.
Then, with their weapons ready for use, Allen and old Ike Watson stole cautiously forward to where were grazing the animals belonging to the two bad men from Jordan Creek.
Allen and the old hunter from Gold Fork went about their work as silently as possible. The horses were somewhat in the rear, and so they made a detour, coming up behind the dozing men as softly as twin shadows.
The animals reached, the next thing was to release them. This was speedly accomplished, and it was Allen who led them off, while Ike Watson still remained on guard with his trusty gun ready should the occasion arise to make use of the firearm.
