CHAPTER VII.
THE WARNING.
The full moon was shining on the second night succeeding the conflict which Budd Hankinson described between the rustlers and the cowmen of Whitney's ranch.

The man that had fallen was laid away in a grave back of the house, and mother, son and daughter mourned him with a sorrow that was soothed by the consciousness that he had been a good husband and father in every sense of the word.
On this night, before the hour was late, three persons were seated in the balmy air on the outside of the dwelling, talking together in low tones.
They were Fred Whitney, whose bandaged arm rested in a sling, Monteith Sterry, and Jennie Whitney.

The memory of the recent affliction suffered in the death of the father naturally subdued the voices and tinged the words with a seriousness that would not have been felt at other times.
Young Sterry, as already stated, had accepted an engagement with the Live Stock Association, which required him to investigate the operations of the rustlers over a large portion of Wyoming and Montana, and to report at regular intervals to his superior officers.
This was perilous business, but Sterry set about the work with a vigour, directness and intelligence that were felt over an extent of territory numbering hundreds of square miles, and made him a marked man by the rustlers, who are always quick to identify their friends and enemies.

It seemed to make little difference, however, to him, who loved the excitement.

He was a capital pistol and rifle-shot, a fine horseman, and as devoid of fear as the men against whom he directed his movements.
Unconsciously Monteith Sterry brought a grievous peril upon his friends, who held him in so high regard.