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型队伍及业务来店洽谈.ionless in his saddle, save for an occasional restless stamp of his horse, Bud Jessup waited patiently in front of the adobe1 shack2 at Las Vegas camp. His face was serious and thoughtful, and his glance was fixed3 on the open door through which came the broken, indistinguishable murmur4 of Buck5 Stratton’s voice. Once, thinking he heard an unusual sound, the youngster turned his head alertly and stared westward6 through the shadows. But a moment later his eyes flashed back to that narrow, black oblong, and he resumed his uneasy pondering as to what Buck might possibly be finding out.
Suddenly he gave a start as Stratton’s voice, harsh, startled, came to him distinctly.
“Mary! Mary! Why don’t you answer? What’s happened?”
The words were punctuated7 by a continuous rattle8, and ended abruptly9 with the clatter10 of metal against metal.
“Hell!” rasped Buck, in a hoarse11, furious voice with an undercurrent of keen apprehension12 that made Bud’s nerves tingle13. “The wire’s been cut!”
An instant later he appeared, running. Snatching the reins14, he gained the saddle in a single bound, jerked his horse around, and was off across the pasture.
“Come on!” he shouted back over one shoulder. “There’s trouble at the ranch15.”
Bud dug spurs into his cayuse and followed, but it was some minutes before he managed to catch up with his friend.
“What is it?” he cried anxiously. “What’s wrong? Have the Mannings–“
“They’ve gone, as I thought,” snapped Stratton. “The two women are alone. But that isn’t the worst.” A sudden spasm16 of uncontrolled fury rose in his throat and choked him momentarily. “There’s some one hidden in the loft17 over the harness-room,” he managed to finish hoarsely18.
Bud stared at him in dismay. “Who the devil–“
“I don’t know. She just got a glimpse of a–a face in the window while she was closing up the kitchen.”
“Do you suppose it’s–Tex?”
“I don’t know,” retorted Buck through his clenched19 teeth. “What difference does it make, anyhow? Some one hid there for a–a purpose. By God! What fools we were not to make a search!”