"Bob Moore, who owns the Double X Ranch on the west side of the
range. I saw to that," announced the man with the beard.

Tad decided that he was the leader of the party, but it was not yet
clear what they were planning to do. Yet he knew that if he listened
long enough something was sure to be dropped that would give him a
clue to the mystery.

"Bob's mad as a trapped bear over it. Swears he'll kill every sheep
in the country before he'll let Simms drive in the new herd and
graze it here."

"Suppose you put it into his head proper like to do something?"
laughed one.

"Well, I did talk it over with him a bit," admitted the leader. "But
he wasn't hard to show."

"When is the thing coming off?"

"We haven't decided yet. We four will talk that over. Perhaps the
same night they get in. They'll be restless then and easy to
start."

"But won't the foreman corral the sheep?"

"Don't think so. Haven't room. They haven't fixed up a new
corral, because they expected to graze the sheep on north. That many
will clean up the range right straight ahead of us for more'n a