the law into our own hands," chuckled the owner of Red Rock ranch.
"Then, if the law ever gets hold of you, it will go so much harder with you," said Sam.
"Bah! Do you suppose I am going to argue with a kid like you?" growled Sack Todd. "Take 'em below," he said, turning to his men.
There was no help for it, as others were coming to the scene. As the boys marched into the ranch, they came face to face with Dan Baxter.
"Dick Rover!" gasped the bully. "And Sam! What does this mean?"
"So you know these fellows?" said one of the men.
"Of course I do. I was telling Sack Todd about them. I used to go to school with them. What are they doing here?"
"The boss and Jimson found them spying around the place."
"Oh, I see." Dan Baxter grinned. "So you've got yourselves in a nice pickle, eh?"
"Baxter, have you joined this crowd?" asked Dick.
The bully started.
"Why—that's my business," he stammered.
"Perhaps it is, but you might be in something better," put in Sam.
"Oh, you needn't preach to me!"
