Apparently no guard had been set, the fellows being worn out from their long ride, and confident of safety in this isolated spot.

Besides, Hawley had probably assumed that duty, and told them to get whatever sleep they could.

However, the gate of the corral opened beside their fire, and Keith dare not venture upon roping any of their ponies, or leading them out past where they slept.

There might be clippers in the cabin with which he could cut the wires, yet if one of the gang awoke, and discovered the herd absent, it would result in an alarm, and lead to early pursuit.

It was far safer to use their own ponies.