"All you possess isn't much, seeing we've all been cleaned out," replied Paul, with a trace of grim humor he did not really feel. "But I, too, wish I had a horse and could go along."
"Still, somebody ought to stay on the ranch," went on Chet, "we might have more unprofitable visitors."
"It's not likely that the gang will dare to show themselves in this vicinity again in a hurry. Like as not they'll steer for Deadwood, sell the horses, and then spend their ill-gotten gains around the gambling saloons. That is their usual style. They can t content themselves in the mountains or on the plains as long as they have the dust in their pockets."
After Allen had disappeared the two boys locked up the barn as well as was possible, using a wooden pin in lieu of the padlock that had been forced asunder, and then went back to the house. Chet brought in the string of fish and threw them in a big tin basin.
"I suppose I might as well fry a couple of these," he observed; "though, to tell the truth, I am not a bit hungry."
"I, too, have lost my appetite," replied Paul. "But we must eat, and dinner will help pass
