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A late start was made, the guides having informed their charges that they were only a few hours’ ride from Old Joe Bindloss’s “Circle O” ranch. An hour after the start they again discovered what they believed to be their mysterious horseman, but he disappeared shortly after luncheon and was seen no more, and the Overland Riders, making a sharp turn to the right, now headed towards the purple haze behind which lay the foothills and the mountains of the Coso range, where adventure awaited them.

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Camp was pitched in the foothills about four o’clock that afternoon. Grazing lands stretched away parallel with the mountain range as far as the eye could see, and then were swallowed up in that everlasting purple haze.

Farther along the valley in the opposite direction they could make out the buildings of the Bindloss ranch, to which Sam said they would ride in the morning, as Hippy Wingate wished to introduce himself to the owner.

Cattle were grazing all along the foothills, hundreds of them, and those close at hand were observed to have the brand of the “Circle O” ranch. They were part of the great herd belonging to Old Joe Bindloss, a rich rancher, a hard man, according to Sam, but respected as a just one.