The farther they wandered from this canyon the better it would suit him.

He easily descried Wrangle through the gloom, but the others were not in sight.

Venters whistled low for the dogs, and when they came trotting to him he sent them out to search for the horses, and followed.

It soon developed that they were not in the glade nor the thicket.

Venters grew cold and rigid at the thought of rustlers having entered his retreat.