ting anxious," put in Chet. "We would have followed, but we haven't a single beast left in the barn."
"I see. Which way did the thieves go?"
"Allen took the trail over the brook," replied Paul.
"Humph!" Ike Watson scratched his head for a moment. "Wot's ter prevent me goin' after him, boys?"
"Will you?" asked Paul eagerly. "Sartin. I ain't got nuthin' ter do, an if I had, I reckon I could drop it putty quick ter do a favor fer Granville Winthrop's orphans. Give me a bite ter eat an I'll be off ter onct."
"Are you sufficiently armed?" questioned Noel Urner.
"Armed? Well, I reckon," and from his belt Ike Watson produced an old '49 horse pistol nearly two feet long. "Thet air's my best friend, barrin' the rifle."
Chet soon had dinner for the hunter, which was as quickly devoured, and then, after receiving some of the particulars of the case on hand, Ike Watson started off.
"You'll hear from me before another sun smiles on ye!" he called back. "An' don't ye worry
