value of the ranch, even if the boys did not, and he meant to gain possession of it, if not by fair means, then by foul.
"We'll have to take a look for the cattle this afternoon," said Paul, some time after the conversation concerning Uncle Barnaby came to a close. "We don't want any of them to get in the sink hole again."
"That's so; we'll start at once, and we'll see to it that we lock up good," laughed Chet. "No more thieves wanted."
The house was soon tidied up, and then, after closing up everything well and setting an alarm to scare away any newcomer, Chet and Paul set out on foot over the rolling land which led from the river.
Half a mile beyond the rolling land was a nasty bit of spongy soil known as the sink hole. Not unfrequently the cattle would stray in this direction and more than one had sunk to death in the mire.
"Some cattle around there now!" cried Paul, as they drew close to the spot. "It's lucky we came this way."
"Go to the westward of them," said Chet. "We can drive them" Chet broke off
