"Saul Mangle and Darry Nodley!" exclaimed Allen, as he glanced down the stony trail. "They are coming here, too!"
"They belong to the gang," said Barnaby Winthrop.
"Reckon ez how we can receive em all right," put in Ike Watson, dryly.
As quickly as possible Barnaby Winthrop was provided with firearms.
"My gracious!"
It was Allen who let out the cry, loud enough for those who were approaching to hear.
"What's up?" asked his uncle.
"Look back of them."
All did so, and then a shout went up. There only a few hundred yards to the rear, were Chet and Paul, trying their best to run down the horse thieves, whom they had discovered but a short five minutes before.
"We've got em corralled!" said Watson, grimly.
"Look, there is Jack Blowfen, too!" ejaculated Allen, as the cowboy also came into view.
"Halt!"
Ike Watson uttered the command.
He ran into the open, followed by the others.
