Joe might get riled.

But I reckon the best we can be shore of is a delay.

An' it'd be sense not to count on thet." "Then you hang up here an' keep watch for Anson's gang--say long enough so's to be sure they'd be in sight if they find our tracks this mornin'.
Makin' sure one way or another, you ride 'cross-country to Big Spring, where I'll camp to-night." Roy nodded approval of that suggestion.

Then without more words both men picked up ropes and went after the horses.

Helen was watching Dale, so that when Bo cried out in great excitement Helen turned to see a savage yellow little mustang standing straight up on his hind legs and pawing the air.