But the ground was like the page of a book to Injun, and he read there, much better than the woman could have told him, that the sheep had been scattered, and the direction in which the men had gone.
Donald Spellman, the manager of the sheep ranch, was a clever, daring, and resourceful man.

His ranch house was situated at the head of a narrow canyon, or coulee, that led up into steep, barren hills down which no horse could go.

Into this pocket he had the sheep driven by thousands.

Across the narrow entrance his men had built a heavy barbed-wire fence that was not visible from the foothills.

In the daytime the pass could be defended from the ranch house.