"Want us to start now?"

"No, sure not. What's the use? We'd better turn in and get some
sleep. It'll be light enough by three o'clock in the morning. We'll
get a rasher of bacon and some hot coffee, then we'll light out for
the valley. You know you don't have to see Bob Moore. And better not
go near the Circle T Ranch. I'm not any too sure about those
fellows. We'll turn in now."

"I've heard enough to hang the whole bunch," thought Tad
Butler. "The trouble is I don't know who they are. But that does not
make so much difference. Only if I did know, Mr. Simms might be able
to have them arrested. As it is, I guess the best he can do is to
get ready to fight them off when they do come," reasoned the lad.

"Better stake the ponies nearer camp in case anything comes along. I
came across bear tracks a few miles to the east of here," the big
man advised them."

"So did I," thought Tad.

"I forgot to tell you that there'll be three or four Crow braves
with us on the raid as well as half a dozen Blackfeet?"

"Blackfeet? What are them redskins doing down here, off the
reservation?" demanded Jake.

"They're like all critters, think the pasture over the fence is
better'n their own," laughed Bluff. "Guess there's no need of any of
us keeping awake. We ain't likely to have any surprises."