"Keep it up. Do you see him?"

"No."

As Tad heard the bullets snipping the leaves over his head, he
instinctively ducked and, turning sharply to the left, skulked
through the trees. By the flickering light of the camp fire he had
seen something that gave him a sudden idea.

"Watch out. There he is?"

"Where, where?"

"There, by the ponies. Give it to him!" cried Jake.

"Stop, you fools!" thundered the leader. "Do you want to kill the
bronchs? Get after him. What are you standing there like a lot of
dumbheads for?"

"I see him. I kin pink him," yelled one of the four.

"I said go after him. Not a shot in that direction!" commanded
Bluff.

Tad bad caught a glimpse of the ponies.

"I'm going to try it," he breathed.

No thought of wrong entered his mind. He was about to take a horse
that did not belong to him. He knew his life was at stake and that