As it would have been useless to struggle, the boys did not attempt to get away. Both Sack Todd and Jimson were heavily armed, and Dick and Sam felt that they would shoot upon the slightest provocation.
The owner of the ranch uttered a shrill whistle, and in a moment two men came running out of the dining-room of the ranch. Each carried a gun.
"What's wanted, boss?" they asked.
"We have captured two spies," answered Sack Todd.
"Spies!"
"Yes. We want you to place them down below and then come and follow us. We are going to see if there are any more of them around."
The two men placed their guns over their backs and took hold of Sam and Dick.
"Don't let them slip you," added the owner of the ranch. "I reckon they're a pretty slick pair."
"They shan't slip us; eh, Spud?"
"Nary a slip, Scutty," returned the second newcomer.
"Then you don't intend to let us go?" asked Dick.
"No."
"This is a high-handed proceeding."
"Is it? Well, down here, we sometimes take
