Did his riders watch toward the Chiricahuas, then a score of beef steers disappeared from Grant's Pass forty miles away.

Pursuit here meant leaving cattle unguarded there.
It was useless, and the Senor soon perceived that sooner or later he must strike in offence.
For this purpose he began slowly to strengthen the forces of his riders.

Men were coming in from Texas.

They were good men, addicted to the grass-rope, the double cinch, and the ox-bow stirrup.

Senor Johnson wanted men who could shoot, and he got them.
"Jed," said Senor Johnson to his foreman, "the next son of a gun that rustles any of our cows is sure loading himself full of trouble.