But I fear--" Venters finished, with a shake of his head.
"Bern, you're bitter; but that's only natural.

We'll wait to see what's happened to my riders.

Judkins, come to the house with me.

Your wound must be attended to." "Jane, I'll find out where Oldring drives the herd," vowed Venters.
"No, no! Bern, don't risk it now--when the rustlers are in such shooting mood." "I'm going.

Jud, how many cattle in that red herd ?" "Twenty-five hundred head." "Whew! What on earth can Oldring do with so many cattle?
Why, a hundred head is a big steal.