And say!" His dimples stood deep in his cheeks.

"You send those ropes home to-morrow, will yuh?
We're liable to need 'em." "By cripes!" Big Medicine bawled.

"What say we haze them sheep a few miles north, boys ?" "Oh, I guess they'll be all right where they are," Andy protested, his thirst for revenge assuaged at sight of those three trussed as he had been trussed, and apparently not liking it any better than he had liked it.

"They'll be good and careful not to come around the Flying U--or I miss my guess a mile." The others cast comprehensive glances at their immediate surroundings, and decided that they had at least made their meaning plain; there was no occasion for emphasizing their disapproval any further.

They confiscated the rifles, and they told the fellows why they did so.
They very kindly pulled a tarpaulin over the three to protect them in a measure from the chill night that was close upon them, and they wished them good night and pleasant dreams, and rode away home.
On the way they met Weary and Happy Jack, galloping anxiously to the battle scene.