They just gobble and go." She went in then and shut the door with a slam.

Up on the ridge Al Woodruff lowered his small binocular and eased away from the spot where he had been crouching behind a bush.

Every one on the Quirt ranch was accounted for.

As well as if he had sat at their breakfast table Al knew where each man's work would take him that day.

As for the girl, she was safe at the ranch for the day, probably.