I've noticed that somehow we seem to stir
up things wherever we go; not that we mean to have things happen, but
they just pick out such a time to play hob," said Jerry, shaking his
head as if thoroughly convinced.
"Here comes Mr. Mabie, hurrying this way!" declared Bluff, beginning to
forget his other anxiety for the time being in this new mystery.
"And there goes the cowboy back to the horse corral. He's shouting
something, too, and as sure as you live every man is jumping to get a
horse handy between his legs. Look at them slapping saddles on! Why,
they'll be off like the wind! Boys, something is up! I know it!"
Frank and his chums saw several cowboys dash away as though possessed,
shouting, and waving their hats in a reckless manner, as if about to
charge an enemy who had designs on the cattle of the ranch.
"Whatever can it mean?" said Will again.
"For the life of me I can't imagine," returned Frank, sorely puzzled.
"But we'll soon know, fellows, for here comes Mr. Mabie, and he's
swinging his hat as though just as excited as the balance of the crowd.
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