One day Rascal, his pony, pulled up the lariat pin which held him out upon the prairie and scampered for home, and Billy and Davie Dunn, his chum, were forced to "hoof it," as the western slang goes, home. A storm was coming on, and to escape it the boys turned off the main trail and took refuge in a log cabin which was said to be haunted by the ghosts of its former occupants; at least they had been all mysteriously murdered there one night and were buried in the shadow of the cabin, and people gave the place a wide berth. It was situated back in a piece of heavy timber and looked dismal enough, but Billy proposed that they should go there, more out of sheer bravado to show he was not afraid than to escape a ducking, for which he and Davie Dunn really little cared. The boys reached the cabin, climbed in an open window and stood looking out at the approaching storm. "Kansas crickets! but look there, Davie!" The words came from Buffalo Billy and he was pointing out toward the trail. There four horsemen were seen coming toward the cabin at a rapid gallop. "Who be they, Billy?" asked Davie. "They are some of them horse-thieves, Davie, that have been playing the mischief of late about here, and we'd better dust." "But they'll see us go out." "That's so! Let us coon up into the loft, for they'll only wait till the storm blows over, for they are coming here for shelter." Up to the loft of the cabin, through a trapdoor, the boys went quickly and laid quietly down, peering through the cracks in the boards. The four horsemen dashed up, hastily unsaddled their horses and lariated them out, and bounded into the cabin through the window, just as the storm broke with fury upon forest and plain. As still as mice the boys lay, but they quickly looked toward each other, for the conversation of the men below, one of whom was kindling a fire in the broad chimney, told them that, if discovered, their lives would be the forfeit. In fact, they were four of a band of outlaws that had been infesting the country of late, stealing horses, and in some cases taking life and robbing the cabins of the settlers, and one of them said plainly: "Pards, when I was last in this old ranch it was six years ago, when we came to rob Foster Beal who lived here; he showed fight, shot two of the boys, and we wiped the whole family out; but now let us get away with what grub we've got, and then plan what is best to do to-night. As for myself, I say strike old Cody's ranch, for he's got dust." The boys were greatly alarmed at this, but, putting his mouth close to Davie Dunn's ear, Billy Cody whispered: "Davie, you see that shutter in the end of the roof?" "Yes, Billy," was the trembling reply. "Well, you slip out of there, drop to the ground and make for your home and tell your father who is here." "And you, Billy?" "I'll just keep here, and if these fellows attempt to go I'll shoot 'em." "But you can't, Billy."