"I'll stay whar I am an' watch the captain," groaned the old ranch owner. "It's about all I'm good for jes now."
"The old Albany Claim is a good stiff forty miles an' more from hyer," said Jack Blowfen. "But I know the road over the second foothills perfectly. So if ye say the word any time we'll start."
"It looks like rain just now," said Paul.
"An ye'll catch it heavy, too," put in Dottery.
"We'll have to look after the cattle, too," added Chet. "Like as not half of them are in the sink hole."
"I'll help ye with the stock," said Blowfen.
That evening it rained in torrents, but only for a short while. By midnight it was as clear as it could be. Long before sunrise the boys and Blowfen were out on the range looking up the heads belonging to the Winthrops.
They were gratified to find that all the stock was safe with a single exception. That was an old cow who had been caught in the cyclone and killed. Not one of the four-footed beasts had gone anywhere near the sink hole.
When let out of the closet Captain Grady begged hard for his liberty. But the boys were obdurate
