“Red Rock--that’s it. Just outside of the town I came upon a campfire. I was hungry, so I stopped. There were four men there. One was tall, and had a wart on his nose. Another was much shorter. The other two I didn’t get a very good look at. Well, I pretended not to understand much English, and offered to tell their fortunes for a meal. They accepted. I didn’t like the looks of any of them, and concluded that none of them made his living by hard work. So I took a chance, and told them that pretty soon they were going to receive some property or goods that they would get for nothing.” “What did they say then?” Roy demanded. “Nothing. But they looked enough. I followed this lead, and I could tell every time I hit it right by the way they acted. Then one of them whispered to another. They didn’t think I heard, but I did.” “What was it they whispered?” “It was this: ‘Sounds like he knows we got that Manley bunch sewed up cold.’” Teddy whistled, long and low. Roy’s face was alight with interest. “Anything else? Do you know who we are?” “The last question first. Yes, I do. You told me. No, that’s all I heard.” “It was plenty!” Teddy said grimly. “Golly, Professor, you sure had me fooled! They think they’ve got us sewed up, do they?” His mind, youthful, jumped from one topic to another. “If you don’t mind, Mr. Sullivan, we’ll leave you here,” Roy said suddenly. “Thanks very much for your information. And--good luck.” “Same to you,” Professor Sullivan returned graciously. “If I hear anything else I’ll try to let you know. I take it those men I met last night aren’t friends of yours?” “Not so you could notice it,” Teddy replied. “The fact is, we think they’re rustlers.” “Hum! I suspected as much. Well, it takes all sorts to make up a world, you know. Good-bye, boys. Giddap, Stamboul!” “So long!” Teddy and Roy turned, and started for the ranch. They got one last sight of the professor before he disappeared into a valley. He had replaced his fez, and the smoke from his pipe drifted about him like a mystic haze. The wagon creaked, bounced over a stone, and was out of sight. “Professor of psychology!” Teddy said thoughtfully. “Can you beat that!” “Funny cuss, isn’t he?” Roy remarked. “Clever as they come. Look how he spotted Gus. Say, I wonder who that fourth man at the Lefton camp was? I suppose you recognized his description of the Lefton boys?” “Sure did. Reckon Mob Jamisson was there. As to the fourth--Peterson, do you think?” “I was going to mention that. Doesn’t seem likely, though, after his warning us against rustlers. But you can’t always tell. Gee, I’ll be glad when round-up is over and we get the cattle safe in Red Rock.” “Same here. Shall we tell the boys who Mohammed was?”