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Hippy said they had intended to do so in the morning, and then asked the rancher if he knew a man named Hornby. Bindloss’s face darkened and a heavy scowl wrinkled his forehead.

“I reckon I do. He and I don’t hook up nohow, but he’s got a daughter that I reckon I wish was mine. Judy is a peach and you ought to know her. Why do you ask me about Mal Hornby?”

Tom Gray explained that they had been ordered to leave the grazing grounds on the other side of the valley, and that the demand had been made in Hornby’s name. He also told Bindloss about the raid of the night before.

“A-huh! Hornby ain’t got no call to tell you to get out. A Mexican feller, you say? Probably one of the half-breeds that you’ll find all over the ranges, and a bad lot they are, too. I don’t reckon Hornby had to do with that.”

“Who do you think the raiders were?” questioned Grace.

“How do I know? I reckon, though, that mebby they were sent after you. Somebody don’t want you folks hangin’ ’round these diggin’s, but I reckon that Sam Conifer can take care of them. Eh, Sam?”