For reply Stella made a motion toward Norris.  Ted looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then comprehended.

“I see,” he said seriously.  “Well, they won’t get him.”

“Bud, where are the other boys?” asked Stella.

“Uptown som’er’s.  Why?” said Bud.

“They ought to be here,” said the girl seriously.  “I think we’ll be needing them soon.”

“I tumble, an’ I’ll jest fog on ahead an’ gather them up.”

“Yes,” said Ted. “and while you’re about it see if you can’t find that foreman of the Running Water Ranch, and have him round up his boys or a few good fellows who will back us up if it comes to trouble.  I don’t know what his name is, do you?”

“Yes, his name is Andy Bowles, an’ he’s as good as three ordinary men.”

“Then fly.  There’s no telling what’s coming off.”

Bud gave his pony the rowels, and in a moment was out of sight in a cloud of dust.  Ted and the others rode steadily forward, the two parties approaching nearer every moment.

The party headed by Shan Rhue had taken to the middle of the road, and soon they had come together, and both halted.  For a moment nothing was said.

Ted was in advance, holding the reins of the pony on which Norris was tied hand and foot, Stella was on one side of Norris, and Kit on the other.

“Well?” said Ted inquiringly, as they came face to face.

He looked directly at Shan Rhue as he said it, then allowed his eyes to wander over the crowd.  In it he saw some of the toughest characters in that part of the country.

They were men who bore the reputation of being cattle rustlers on provocation, and who had been suspected of horse stealing and other crimes.

“We want that man,” said Shan Rhue shortly and roughly.

“Is that so?” said Ted, with feigned surprise.

“Yes, that’s so,” was the surly reply.

“Then why didn’t you go out and get him?”

“We left that to you,” said Shan, with a nasty laugh.

“Then you’ll still leave him to me.”

“Well, we want him, and that’s all there is to it.”

“What do you want with him?”

“We’ll show you when we get him.”

“It’s a cinch you won’t get him until you do show me.”

“Now, I don’t want to have any trouble with you, young feller, but—­”

“I shouldn’t think you would.”

At this retort a snicker went up in the crowd, and Shan turned upon his followers with a brow like a thundercloud.  But he said nothing, as the snicker subsided as soon as it began.

“And I don’t want any of your lip, either.  Give us the old man peaceable, an’ you can go.”

“Say, that’s real good of you.  But I want to tell you one thing, Shan Rhue, before you lose any more breath in conversation, you don’t get him unless you tell me what you propose doing with him, and perhaps not then.  It’s up to me to say who gets him, or what is done with him.  You seem to forget that he’s my prisoner, not yours.”