He sat his pony, his eyes glowing, firing rapidly into the
air. Stacy Brown also sat his own pony, but he couldn't have moved a
muscle to save him. The fat boy was literally "scared stiff." Stacy
really was suffering, but no one, unless he had observed his eyes,
would have thought him afraid.
"Close in, boys. Ride and shout!" commanded the captain.
Butler exercised his lungs. Chunky's lips moved, but no sound came
from them. His pony, however, followed the others, nearly causing
its stiffened rider to fall off.
Every few moments the captain would utter his owl-call, which would
be answered by other similar calls pretty much all around the compass.
In this way the Rangers were able to locate each other's positions,
thus avoiding shooting each other.
The shots of the enemy were now scattering.
It was only occasionally that McKay was able to determine that one of
the bandits had fired a gun. How he could tell the difference
between the rifles of friends and foe was a mystery to young Butler.
Ere long the Rangers had narrowed down their circle until they were
able to see each other. For the past twenty minutes, they had been
stalking cautiously. Now they paused, after having exchanged signals.
Deep growls were heard on all sides.
"What does it mean?" questioned Tad.
"It means those fellows have given us the slip again," grunted the
captain.
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