But I can ride one of Bernardino's burros." "Get one.

Hurry over to Blaisdell.

Tell him to send word to Blue and Gordon and Fredericks to ride like the devil to my father's ranch.
Hurry now!" Young Evarts ran off without reply.

Jean stood looking down at the limp and pathetic figure of the Mexican boy.

"By Heaven!" he exclaimed, grimly "the Jorth-Isbel war is on! ...