Tad knew that if Dunk ever got into communication with his
fellows it would go hard with the Pony Rider Boys.
Soon after daybreak, Tad awakened his fellows. He already had a brisk
fire going, but before lighting it, the lad had walked down to the
edge of the canyon for a survey of the plain. He saw a solitary
horseman far out over the rolling plain. After some study he made up
his mind that the man was going away instead of coming toward them.
Breakfast finished the party packed their belongings and started out
for their long ride to join the Rangers sometime late in the day.
About noon they made camp for dinner and a rest, not taking up their
journey until about four o'clock in the afternoon. Darkness overtook
them, finding them still without sight or sound of the Spring where
Withem said they would find the Rangers' camp. A consultation was held
and it was decided to continue on until they picked up the party.
About half an hour after night had fallen, they were riding along when
suddenly they were stopped by a stern command.
"Halt! Hands up! Every man of you is covered!"
"Oh, wow!" gasped Chunky. "They've got us again."
"Who are you?" demanded the voice.
"Who are you?" returned Tad boldly.
"I reckon my question gits the first answer, seeing as I've got the
drop on you."
Tad all at once realized that the sound of falling water was in the
air.
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