Everybody on the ranch was strictly enjoined to
keep the gates between the corrals securely fastened, however, and there
seemed no possibility of the two rivals meeting.
"But if they ever should," one of the men had remarked, "there'd be some
scrap, take it from me. There's nothing in the world worse than a fight
between two stallions."
"Why, are they so vicious about it?" Bert, who was standing near, had
asked.
"Vicious!" exclaimed the cowboy, "why, vicious ain't no word for it,
nohow. They're just devils let loose, that's all."
It was only a few days after this that, as the boys were seated around
the table in the ranch house eating luncheon, in company with their host,
one of the cowboys dashed into the room, breathless and red of face.
"Satan an' the bay are fightin'," he cried; "somebody must 'a' left the
gates open an'----"
But Mr. Melton did not wait to hear any more. Leaping to his feet he
dashed through the door in the direction of the corrals. The three
comrades followed close on his heels. As they reached the open they could
hear shouts and cries and the thudding of hoofs.
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