"That's better-a whole lot better," he murmured.

It was no easy matter to get him astride his horse, but Dave finally
managed it, and wrapped the swollen ankle in his own coat to prevent its
striking against the side of Kurd as they rode off.

"How did you come to fall?" asked Dave, as he got into his own saddle,
ready for the trip to the ranch.

"I'll explain later. I can't talk very well now. But I was prospecting
around, looking at the rock formation, when I slipped. I thought it was
all up with me, but my foot caught, and I was held suspended over the
gully."

"I see," Dave replied. "Well, we'll doctor you up."

Carefully they made their way out of the rocky woodland, and started
across the plain, toward Bar U ranch. As Dave took the lead, making as
much speed as was possible under the circumstances, he saw, some distance
in advance, a solitary horseman.

Again something in the peculiar saddle position of the rider attracted his
attention.

"There's Len Molick again!" he exclaimed aloud. "I suppose he's hanging
around to see how his trick worked!"

"Len Molick!" exclaimed Mr. Bellmore. "Why I want to see him. I have been
looking for him!"