"Cordts an' Hutch rode in behind me down at thet cross canyon. They seen me.
An' they're after me hard!"
Creech gave close and keen scrutiny to the strange face of his son. Then he
wheeled away.
"Help me pack. An' you, too, Lucy. We've got to rustle out of hyar."
Lucy fought a sick faintness that threatened to make her useless. But she
tried to help, and presently action made her stronger.
The Creeches made short work of that breaking of camp. But when it came to
getting the horses there appeared danger of delay. Sarchedon had led Dusty Ben
and Two Face off in the grass. When Joel went for them they galloped away
toward the woods. Joel ran back.
"Son, you're a smart hossman!" exclaimed Creech, in disgust.
"Shall I git on the King an' ketch them?"
"No. Hold the King." Creech went out after Plume, but the excited and wary
horse eluded him. Then Creech gave up, caught his own mustangs, and hurried
into camp.
"Lucy, if Cordts gits after Sarch an' the others it'll be as well fer us," he
said.
Soon they were riding into the forest, Creech leading, Lucy in the center, and
Joel coming behind on the King.
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