But how had Sol Flatbush got into this part of the country? And where was he stopping? It was evident that the cow-puncher and desperado had hamstrung the cattle out of revenge for having been discovered and driven out of the broncho boys' camp. Now that he was dead, however, Ted lost all his resentment, and was genuinely sorry for the poor chap because of the horrible means of his death. Ted hardly knew what to do with him. It were better if his friends could take charge of his body and bury it, but where were his friends? Suddenly a thought occurred to Ted. Perhaps Sol Flatbush, following his instincts and habits, had come north after he and Shan Rhue had been outwitted by the boys at the Hole in the Wall in the Wichita Mountains, and allied himself with the Whipple gang in the Sweet Grass Mountains. If this were true, the simplest thing to do was to send the body of Flatbush to the gang. It would serve, Ted hoped, as a terrible warning to the other members of the gang not to meddle with the affairs of the broncho boys. Not far away Ted saw a pony, saddled and grazing quietly. Mounting his pony, he rode up to it. Tied to the cantle of the saddle was a pair of blankets. This was the very thing! Ted carried the blankets to where the body of Flatbush lay. Spreading them out, he rolled the remains of Flatbush into them, and bound them securely with a rope. With some difficulty he lifted the bundle to the back of the outlaw's pony, and bound it securely with a lariat. Then he tied the pony's reins to the horn of the saddle, gave the beast a slash with his quirt, and it started, snorting and jumping, toward the distant mountains. Thus was the body of Sol Flatbush sent to his friends. "What was it?" asked Stella, when Ted, having finished his gruesome task, returned to her side. "The chap who was mutilating the cattle is dead," he replied. "The bulls turned upon him and gored and trampled him to death." "Horrible! Do you know who he was?" "Yes, I recognized him." "Is that a fact! Who was he?" "An old enemy of yours." "An enemy of mine! I didn't know I had one." "Not really of your own, for no one who knows you could feel any animosity toward you, Stella. But you have enemies through me. Those who would seek to hurt me do so by making trouble for you, knowing that they can hurt me worse by injuring you than they could by torturing me personally." "That's why you have so often warned me to be careful where I go alone." "That is why. It is not fair that you should be put to discomfort or in danger of death merely because I make enemies by trying to force men to obey the laws." "I understand. But who was the man who was killed?" "Sol Flatbush." "Sol Flatbush! How does it happen that he is in this country?" "I'm sure I don't know, unless he and Shan Rhue, after escaping from the Wichita Mountains, came directly here, having previously been members of the notorious Whipple gang."