“But you will come over and visit me?” Belle Ada asked, her dark eyes on the two girls. “Of course we will!” Ethel answered. “As soon as we can!” Teddy seized his father’s bag from the rear of the auto, and he and Teddy shook hands with the girls. Bug Eye jammed down the pedal. The car leaped forward. As it swung about, the girls leaned out and waved farewells. “Pretty nice!” Roy said, as he watched the car being swallowed up in a cloud of dust. “Pretty nice!” Mrs. Manley smiled. Then, remembering what her husband had told her on the porch, the smile left her face. “Boys, you go in and speak to your father,” she said. “He wants to tell you something. Belle and I will walk around to the garden and wait until you come out. You--you will be careful if you ride with him after those rustlers, won’t you?” Her eyes held an anxious light. “Don’t worry, Mom!” Teddy cried, kissing his mother affectionately. “We’ll be all right. There’s no danger!” The two boys walked stiffly toward the house. “Wonder what it is?” Teddy mused. “You know, I have a hunch that dad found out more from those fellows down at the corral in Eagles than he told.” “Maybe,” came from Roy. “We’ll soon know.” They met their father coming out of the front door. His “city clothes” had been changed for a pair of leather chaps and a flannel shirt, open at the neck. Across one arm he carried a rifle. “Want us, Dad?” Roy asked. “Yes. Before we start, I want to tell you something. Teddy, you remember Gilly Froud, don’t you?” “I do,” Teddy remarked in a low voice. His eyes flashed. “Well, when I talked with those men down by the station, one of them said he saw a man with a scar on his face leading our broncs. Did Froud have a scar on his face?” “He sure did,” Teddy answered excitedly. “On the left side.” Mr. Manley thought for a moment. Then he said: “I kind o’ thought that’s how it was. Boys, we have a clue! We may get those broncs back after all! Come on, let’s go! Nick! Where in thunder is Nick? Bring those ponies around!” CHAPTER V RIMOR’S PLACE In response to this call, Nick Looker soon appeared astride a horse and leading another. Mr. Manley hurried forward. “Where’s Gus?” he asked. “Comin’, boss. He’s bringin’ two more broncs.” “Yell to him to hurry up. We’ve delayed too much as it is.” Nick Looker turned in his saddle and let out a shout. “Gus! Bring them ponies here, fast!” Another puncher came riding up. He led two horses, fully saddled. Suddenly, from behind the house, came the sound of an excited voice. “Hey, wait a minute! Hey, boss! Wait!” “It’s Pop,” Teddy said. “Knew he’d show up before long.” A cowboy was running toward them. His wide hat was held in his hand, disclosing a head almost without hair. His face was lined with wrinkles. He wore a blue denim shirt. Wide trousers flapped grotesquely about a pair of bowed legs. As he ran he waved both arms, windmill fashion.