Sundown crept to the bunk-house, wondering what had become of the
Mexican, Tony. He determined to search for him, but became dizzy, and,
crawling to a bunk, lay back groaning as the dull pain in his head
leaped intermittently to blinding stabs of agony. It seemed ages
before he heard the quick staccato of hoofs on the road. He raised
himself on his elbow as Shoop and Corliss rode up on their
mud-spattered and steaming ponies. Sundown called as they dismounted
at the corral.

Corliss and Shoop stamped in, breathing hard. "What's up?" questioned
Corliss.

"They--they got the money," muttered Sundown, pointing toward the
office.

"Who? See what's up, Bud."

Shoop swung out and across the enclosure.

Corliss stooped over Sundown. "What's wrong, Sun? Why, Great God,
you're hurt!"

The rancher brought water and bathed Sundown's head. "Who did it?" he
questioned.

"I dunno, boss. I come and caught 'em at it. Two of 'em, I guess. I
was tryin' to stop one fella from takin' it when the other slips me one
on the head, and I takes a sleep. I was lookin' for Tony in the
office."