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Cowboys riding in to the ranch-house for supper gazed curiously at the outfit that was making camp, for it was seldom that anything of the sort was seen in the Coso Valley. Arriving at their headquarters the cowboys reported what they had seen. Shortly after supper the Overland Riders were again disturbed, and half a dozen cowboys rode up in a cloud of dust, sweeping off their hats as they pulled down their mustangs at the very edge of the camp. Their attitude was stern, but not unfriendly, and the Overlanders surmised that they were from the “Circle O” ranch, which they soon learned was the fact.

“The Old Man wants to know who you be and what you are doin’ heah,” announced the spokesman. “He ’lows thet he don’t like no strangers foolin’ ’round whar the stock is, and he says it’ll please him if you move on.”

“Say! This is a hospitable country, isn’t it?” cried Stacy Brown. “Since I have been here, about all I have heard is, ‘Get out or get shot up!’ Funny thing about it, though, is that we haven’t ‘got’ and we haven’t been ‘shot up.’”