"I want to see no more of him," he said.
"Well, I reckon he's the last in this neighbor hood," said Caleb Dottery. "He's the only one I've seen around in nigh on six years."
It was decided to leave the bear where he was until they returned. Of course, it was possible some wild animal might come up and make a feast in the meanwhile, but this could not be helped. To skin the animal and hang up the meat would take too long.
Leaving Demon Hollow, they pushed along as rapidly as the horses would carry them.
At the creek they stopped to water the animals, and here also partook of the lunch which Blowfen had packed up before starting.
It was nightfall when they at last came in sight of the ranch home. All seemed deserted. Every building was tightly closed and so was the gate to the stockade.
"Maybe he has thought better of it and skipped out," said Chet.
"There is our stuff still in the road," returned Paul, pointing ahead.
In a moment more they had reached the stockade. All four rode straight up to the heavy wooden gate.
