“I reckon we might jest as well cool off an’ wait for daylight,” suggested Jim.

“Shore.  They’ve flown the coop, you can gamble on that.  Tom, where’s the Papago?” said Ladd.

“He’s gone, Laddy—­gone!”

“Double-crossed us, eh?  I see here’s a crowbar lyin’ by the gatepost.  That Indian fetched it from the forge.  It was used to pry out the bolts an’ steeples.  Tom, I reckon there wasn’t much time lost forcin’ that gate.”

Belding, in shirt sleeves and barefooted, roared with rage.  He said he had heard the horses running as he leaped out of bed.

“What woke you?” asked Laddy.

“Sol.  He came whistling for Dick.  Didn’t you hear him before I called you?”

“Hear him!  He came thunderin’ right under my window.  I jumped up in bed, an’ when he let out that blast Jim lit square in the middle of the floor, an’ I was scared stiff.  Dick, seein’ it was your room he blew into, what did you think?”

“I couldn’t think.  I’m shaking yet, Laddy.”

“Boys, I’ll bet Sol spilled a few raiders if any got hands on him,” said Jim.  “Now, let’s sit down an’ wait for daylight.  It’s my idea we’ll find some of the hosses runnin’ loose.  Tom, you go an’ get some clothes on.  It’s freezin’ cold.  An’ don’t forget to tell the women folks we’re all right.”

Daylight made clear some details of the raid.  The cowboys found tracks of eight raiders coming up from the river bed where their horses had been left.  Evidently the Papago had been false to his trust.  He few personal belongings were gone.  Lash was correct in his idea of finding more horses loose in the fields.  The men soon rounded up eleven of the whites, all more or less frightened, and among the number were Queen and Blanca Mujer.  The raiders had been unable to handle more than one horse for each man.  It was bitter irony of fate that Belding should lose his favorite, the one horse more dear to him than all the others.  Somewhere out on the trail a raider was fighting the iron-jawed savage Blanco Diablo.

“I reckon we’re some lucky,” observed Jim Lash.

“Lucky ain’t enough word,” replied Ladd.  “You see, it was this way.  Some of the raiders piled over the fence while the others worked on the gate.  Mebbe the Papago went inside to pick out the best hosses.  But it didn’t work except with Diablo, an’ how they ever got him I don’t know.  I’d have gambled it’d take all of eight men to steal him.  But Greasers have got us skinned on handlin’ hosses.”

Belding was unconsolable.  He cursed and railed, and finally declared he was going to trail the raiders.

“Tom, you just ain’t agoin’ to do nothin’ of the kind,” said Ladd coolly.

Belding groaned and bowed his head.

“Laddy, you’re right,” he replied, presently.  “I’ve got to stand it.  I can’t leave the women and my property.  But it’s sure tough.  I’m sore way down deep, and nothin’ but blood would ever satisfy me.”