Just beyond the little rise of ground outside the big gate they halted, while Jim Reid with two others, leaving their horses with the silent riders behind the hill, went on into the corral, where they seated themselves on the edge of the long watering trough near the tank, which hid them from the house.
Fifteen minutes later, when the Dean stepped from the kitchen porch, he saw Curly running toward the house.

As the older man hurried toward him, the cowboy, pale with excitement and anger, cried, "They've got him, sir--grabbed him when he went out to the corral." The Dean understood instantly.

"My horse, quick, Curly," he said, and hurried on toward the saddle shed.

"Which way did they go ?" he asked, as he mounted.
"Toward the cedars on the ridge where it happened," came the answer.

"Do you want me ?" "No.