He sniffed for it and found it very easily, for always the latch-board is the one heaviest with the man-scent.

He found it and worked it easily back.

It caught on a nail.
He tugged again, and as he tugged he quivered at the sound of a human voice and shrank as though the familiar whip of Cordova had cut him.
"They're a little restless to-night, but aren't they dears, Shorty ?" queried Marianne.
"Kind of dear," said the cowpuncher, "but maybe they're worth the price." For all his surliness, however, Shorty was her best ally.
"Wait till you see Lady Mary begin to--but isn't that a horse beyond the corral?
A grey horse?
I think it is, but it can't be." "Why not ?" "There isn't a grey horse on the ranch, and--oh!" For the gate of the corral creaked and then swung wide.

They could not see Alcatraz, for the bay mares stood between.
"Don't move, don't speak!" whispered the girl.

"It's that stupid Lucas man.