Not a vestige of it, save the ashes of their cook fire, remained.

Everything was gone.
"De hosses!" exploded Washington.
"They're gone!" cried Emma Dean, who, following Washington's warning, had run to the tethering place.
They were not all "gone," however.

The Overland Riders found that one pony had been, shot through the head, and that the mule had shared a like fate.

The other animals had disappeared, probably driven away by Bat Spurgeon and his gang of ruffians.
"Howd', folks," greeted Jed Thompson, fairly bursting into the camp.
"You-all don't know whether that critter Spurgeon has been heyeh, does ye ?" "Just cast your eagle eyes about and see if you don't think it looks as if somebody had been here, old top," answered Hippy Wingate, taking in the camp and the tethering ground with a wave of the hand.
"Our ponies are gone.

Now we've got to walk all the way home," wailed Emma.
"'Con-centrate,' little one," advised Hippy.
"Never mind 'bout the hosses.