Buck waited until all had
assembled again and then, his face dark with anger, spoke sharply and
without the usual drawl: "Skragged from behind, blast them! Get some
grub an' water an' be quick. We'll see who the gent with th' grudge
is."
At this point the expostulations of the indignant cook, who, not
understanding the cause, regarded the invasion of china shop bulls as
sacrilegious, came to his ears. Striding quickly to the door, he
grabbed the pan the Mexican was about to throw and, turning the now
frightened man around, thundered, "Keep quiet an' get `em some grub."
When rifles and ammunition had been secured they mounted and
followed him at a hard gallop along the back trail. No words were
spoken, for none were necessary. All knew that they would not return
until they had found the man for whom they were looking, even if the
chase led to Canada. They did not ask Buck for any of the particulars,
for the foreman was not in the humor to talk, and all, save Hopalong,
whose curiosity was always on edge, recognized only two facts and
cared for nothing else: Johnny had been ambushed and they were going
to get the one who was responsible.
They did not even conjecture as to who it might be, because the trail
would lead them to the man himself, and it mattered nothing who
or what he was- there was only one course to take with an assassin.
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