"We must be careful, in case any one is in the house," said Paul in a whisper.
The ditch led around to the rear of the ranch home. But here it went underground and they were compelled to leave it and take to the grass.
They gave a brief look and saw Captain Grady down by the opening in the stockade, still arguing with Dottery and Blowfen. He looked anxious.
"He don't see us," whispered Chet. "Come, the front door is open!" and he made a quick dash for the house, followed closely by Paul.
The door was closing on the pair when Captain Grady started around and beheld Paul's form from the rear. He gave a quick cry of alarm.
"Stop! Come out!"
"Too late, Captain Grady!" called back Paul, facing about and aiming at the man with his gun. "Now, just you go and open the stockade gate!"
"Thar ain't no need o thet!" cried the voice of Jack Blowfen. "Well done, boys; I give ye credit."
And over the stockade vaulted the cowboy, leaping from his saddle to the grass on the other side.
Captain Grady knew not which way to turn, and before he could decide the gate was unbarred and Caleb Dottery rode in.
