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From rising ground at a distance of a quarter of a mile the scout and his party looked down on the H-P headquarters.

Cowboys were going and coming, and at a hitching-pole in front of the owner’s cabin a number of tethered bronchos could be seen.

“Looks ter me,” remarked old Nomad, shading his eyes with his hand and staring steadily, “as though Phelps had visitors.”

“He’ll have another visitor, Nick,” laughed the scout, “before he’s many minutes older.”

“We’re goin’ ter hang out right hyar in ther scrub an’ watch fer trouble signs,” averred the trapper. “Ef we savvy thet ther baron is tryin’ ter put ther kybosh on ye, we’re goin’ ter turn loose an’ ride over ther hull H-P outfit.”

“Well,” cautioned the scout, “don’t you make any move until you’re mighty sure I want you.”

“Don’t worry about that, pard,” said Wild Bill reassuringly.

“Perhaps,” spoke up the sky pilot, “I could be of help if I went with you. I am well known at the H-P ranch, and a good many of the cowboys are personal friends of mine.”