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“Are they so friendly toward you, friend Jordan,” asked the scout, “that they would take your part against Phelps?”

“Why, no. That would be rather too much to expect of them.”

“Then I don’t believe you could be of much help. Anyhow, I would rather not give Phelps a chance to think that I’m trying to hide behind a man of your cloth. Stay here with the rest, friend Jordan, and I’ll go down and see what I can find out.”

“Good luck go with you,” murmured the sky pilot.

The scout’s spurs rattled and Bear Paw galloped clear of the scrub and down the slope leading to the ranch houses.

A little distance from Phelps’ private quarters the scout passed a group of cowboys, lounging in the shade of a tree. There were four in the group, and they were reclining lazily and smoking and gossiping. Evidently they were visitors.

There were five saddle horses secured to the hitching-pole, and this left one visitor to be accounted for. Probably, ran the scout’s thought, the missing visitor was in the cabin with Phelps.