The single word burst from the lips of both simultaneously. It was enough, for it told the whole story. Their two animals, Jasper and Rush, had vanished.
"Thieves, as sure as fate!" ejaculated Paul, gazing rapidly on all sides. "See how the lock has been broken open."
"And they have taken all the extra harness as well," added Chet, his black eyes snapping angrily. "I wonder how long ago this happened."
"There s no telling, Chet. Let's see—we went off about eight o'clock, didn't we?"
"Yes."
"Then the rascals have had nearly four hours in which to do their dirty work. By this time they are probably miles away. This is the worst luck of all."
"You are not going to sit down and suck your thumb, are you, Paul?" questioned the younger brother, quickly.
"Not if we can do anything. But we are tied fast here,—we can't follow on foot,—they knew that when they came to rob us."
"Have you any idea who the thieves can be?"
"Most likely a remnant of that old gang from Jordan Creek. I knew they would spring up
