"We'd better leave our machines in the brush somewhere, and move up on the adobe on foot.

If we don't, McGurvin will hear us." This plan was carried out.

The motor cycles were left at a safe distance, and the lads crept cautiously forward under the screen of McGurvin's corral.

Corn was growing in the irrigated truck patch, and Merry and Clancy got into it and moved upon the house.
Presently they began to hear voices; then, catching a glimpse of McGurvin's hitching pole, they saw a saddle horse secured there.
"Looks like our man was here already," Merry whispered in his chum's ear.
"Where is the talking coming from ?" returned Clancy.

"It seems pretty close." "We'll find out." On hands and knees the boys crept on, screened by the broad leaves of the corn.