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here!" called back Dave. "Something is wrong!"

      The senator's son answered the summons on a run, and the three girls trailed behind him. The newcomers to Star Ranch did not know what to say, but Belle uttered a cry of dismay:

      "Horse-thieves!"

      "Oh, Belle, do you really think somebody has stolen the horses?" queried Laura, while Jessie turned very pale.

      "Yes, I do," was the blunt response. "That is, if they were tied properly."

      "Yes, they were well tied--I saw to that myself," said Dave.

      "I know mine was tied fast, and so was Laura's," added the senator's son.

      "And I put a double knot in the rope to Belle's and mine," came from Phil.

      "One thing is sure," said Laura. "They couldn't very well all break away at once."

      "I am sure it is the work of horse-thieves," responded Belle. "Papa has been afraid they might come back."

      "But how did they know about our horses being here?" asked Phil.

      "They must have watched us and seen us ride away from the ranch, and then they followed, and took the horses while we were up the river."

      "If only we could follow them, and get the horses back!" said the senator's son, with a sigh.

      "They must be worth a lot of money," murmured Jessie. "Oh, supposing they had shot us!" she added, tremblingly.

      "Horse-thieves are usually cowards," answered Belle. "They won't shoot unless they are cornered. I'd like to follow them myself, but we can't do it on foot."

      "What are we to do?" asked Laura, and looked at her brother.

      "I don't know," answered Dave. "One or two of us boys might walk back to the ranch and tell the folks of what has happened."

      "But it is such a distance, Dave!" cried Jessie. "And see how black the sky is getting!" she added.

      "It is quite a number of miles to the ranch house," said Belle. "You would not be able to reach there until long after nightfall."

      "I shouldn't mind that," answered Dave. "But what will the rest of you do in the meantime? You can't stay out here in the open very well, with that storm coming on."

      "Dave, you're not going to the house alone," cried Laura. "I'll not allow it. Supposing those horse-thieves should be watching you? They might attack you, and rob you!"

      "Yes, please don't think of going alone," pleaded Jessie, and her eyes began to fill with tears.

      "Dave is not going alone. I am going with him," declared Roger.

      "No, I'll go," volunteered Phil. "You can stay with the girls."

      "Well, both of you can't go," answered Dave, with a grim smile. "Somebody has got to stay here,--in fact, I think it would be better that both of you stay with the girls--in case I don't get back with help by morning."

      "Of course, if it wasn't for the loss of the horses we could all stay here," said Belle. "Papa will be sure to send somebody out to look us up when it gets late and we are not back. But I think he ought to know about the horses just as soon as possible."

      "Is there any sort of a shelter around here?" questioned Roger.

      "Yes, there is a shack about a quarter of a mile up the river," answered the ranch owner's daughter. "Papa stayed there several nights, once upon a time. It isn't much of a place, but it will shelter us from the storm."

      "Are you sure you can find it?"

      "Oh, yes, I've been there twice."

      "Then you and the others had best put up there for the night, and I'll start at once for the ranch house," went on Dave. "I am not afraid, and I'll keep my eyes wide open for those horse-thieves," he continued.

      But to this plan the girls would not listen, and at last it was arranged that Roger should remain with the girls, while Dave and Phil walked to the house for aid. The crowd left behind were to hurry to the shack up the river, and there make themselves as comfortable as possible until help arrived.

      "Do be careful now, Dave!" said his sister, as he was on the point of departing.

      "Yes! yes!" added Jessie. "I shall worry every minute until you get back!"

      "Don't be alarmed," answered Dave. "We'll get through all right, and have help here before you know it."

      "Are you sure of the trail?" asked Belle.

      "Oh, yes, that's easy," answered Phil.

      Without another word the two chums started off in the direction of the ranch house, so many miles distant. The others, watched them out of sight, and then turned and walked up the river bank toward the shack Belle had mentioned.

      CHAPTER XVIII

      OUT IN THE WIND AND RAIN

      "Dave, what do you suppose those six horses were worth?" questioned Phil, as the two youths hurried along the back trail on a dog-trot,--the same dog-trot they used when on a cross-country run at Oak Hall.

      "At least two thousand dollars, Phil," was the reply. "The horse I used was a dandy, and so was that Belle had--and yours was a good one, too."

      "What do you suppose those horse-thieves will do with them?"

      "Drive them a long distance, hide them for a while, and then, when they get the chance, sell them. Of course they don't expect to get full value for them, but they'll get a neat sum."

      "You don't suppose this can be a trick of Link Merwell's?"

      "I thought of that, but I don't think so. Taking a horse in this section of the country is a serious business. Why, they used to hang horse-thieves, and even now a ranchman wouldn't hesitate to shoot at a fellow who had his horse and was making off with it. No, I don't think Link would quite dare to play such a trick. But of course we can investigate,--after we have reported to Mr. Endicott."

      "You are not going to try to keep up this dog-trot all the way to the house, are you?" questioned the shipowner's son, after about a mile had been covered, and when they were passing over a rather rough portion of the trail.

      "Winded?"

      "Not exactly, but I shall be if I keep this up," panted Phil. "Besides, I don't want to tumble over these tree roots."

      "I wanted to get as far as possible on the way before that storm broke," went on Dave, glancing anxiously upward, between the branches of the trees. "When it comes, I rather think it will be a corker. I hope the others reach that shack before it rains."

      "Oh, they ought to be there by this time."

      The boys kept on, sometimes running and sometimes dropping into a walk. As they advanced, the sky kept growing steadily darker, both on account of the storm and because the day was drawing to a close.

      "Here's the spot where we passed Link and that man with him," said Dave, presently. "Wonder who that fellow was?"

      "Oh, some hand from the Merwell ranch, I suppose. He didn't seem to be very sociable. He kept his head turned away all the time Link was talking to us."

      "If he's from the Merwell place, they can't have very nice fellows up there."

      "Well, who would want to work for a man like Mr. Merwell? He and Link are just alike, dictatorial and mean."

      The two boys kept on for a short distance further. Then Phil caught his foot in a tree root and went sprawling.

      "Wow!" he

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