They were settled in their beds when Limber opened the door and peered into the room. "Hello! I been lookin' all over for you," he announced. "When did you get back? I was up here a while ago and none of you was in." "Oh, we was just walkin' around town a piece," was Bronco's answer. "Well, I got your guns for you. You all went off in sech a hurry from the church that you forgot 'em. It's too bad you boys didn't stay for the feed. It was fine." "Oh, we knowed we had a hard day's work ahead of us," drawled Bronco, "so we figured we'd better come home and git to bed." "Some one stole one of the freezers," continued Limber, soberly. "But whoever done it got the empty one." "Served the derned galoots right," pronounced Bronco virtuously. "That's what I say," endorsed Roarer, while Holy expressed his sentiments more forcibly. Limber struck a match which he held to his cigarette, but his eyes regarded the grave faces of the boys. The match flickered out and the room was again in darkness, but not before they had seen the ghost of a twinkle in Limber's grey eyes. "They got the freezer all right," he continued in the darkness. "Who found it?" asked Bronco carelessly, pretending to smother a yawn. "I done it," said Limber. "I was just a walkin' around town a piece, like you all was doin', and I come across it accidental like." Silence was the only comment. "The Inspector will be ready for us at eleven o'clock. Agent says the cars will be here by that time, so we can load out and get back to the ranch by supper." "All right," chorused three voices in the dark, and Limber went to his own room. As he lighted the lamp there was a broad grin on his face, and his eyes danced with laughter, while he reiterated Bronco's denunciation, "Served the darned galoots right!" Willcox slept late Sunday morning, so no one noticed shadowy figures dismount from three cowponies two hours before daylight. A struggling calf was making a heroic fight for freedom, but found itself propelled toward the picket fence surrounding the church and thrust through the gate. The mysterious men hitched the animal firmly inside the fence, then two placards of pasteboard, tied loosely together, were thrown across the calf's back and secured like a pack-saddle by strong cord. This accomplished, the three men mounted their ponies and disappeared in the starlight. Willcox woke, rubbed its eyes and remembered a minister was to hold Divine Services that day of the year. Ten o'clock arrived. The first youngsters and their adult family connections approached the church gate. They congregated in animated groups, were joined by others, and finally spectators across the street, realizing that something interesting was detaining the congregation from entering the church, sauntered over. These inquirers hastened back to town and circulated news that caused a veritable stampede.