"They were too cute to cut it near the shack. They figured we wouldn't notice it for a long time, maybe, and they'd have a chance to get up closer," said Dick.
"You mean the sheep herders?" asked Bud.
"Sure! Who else?" asked his cousin. "You reckon it was them that cut the wire, don't you?"
"Don't know's I thought much about it, but, now that I have, why, of course, they did it," Bud agreed. "Unless it was the cattle rustlers," he added.
"You mean the ones we just had a fight with?"
"That's who."
"No, I don't reckon they did," Dick remarked. "In the first place we licked 'em pretty badly. They scattered, I'm sure, and they didn't head in this direction. And what good would it do 'em just to cut a wire after we'd gotten the cattle away from 'em?"
"Oh, general meanness, that's all," answered Bud.
"They wouldn't do that out of spite and run the risk of being caught – not after what happened to 'em," declared Dick, and Bud answered:
"Well, maybe you're right."
Then they rode along in silence for a while, making sure, as they progressed, that they did not pass a break in the telephone line. The thin copper conductor was intact as they could see.
"They must have gone about half way back – between the creek and our ranch, and snipped the wire there," said Bud, after a period of silence.
"I reckon so," agreed Dick. "That would be what we'd do if we had it to do; wouldn't we?"
"Why?"
"Because we'd want the break to come as far away as possible from either end, to make it take longer to find and mend it."
"That's right, Dick. I never thought of that. Then there isn't really much use looking along here. We might as well ride fast to a point about half way. We'll find the break there."
"No, we don't want to do that, Bud. We'll just ride along as we have been going, and we'll look at every foot of wire."
"But I thought you said – "
"I said if we had to cut an enemy's telephone line, we'd probably do it about half way between the two main points. But we can't take any chances. These fellows may have reasoned that we'd think they cut it half way, and, just to fool us, they may have gone only a quarter way."
"Oh, shucks! If you think onery sheep herders have brains to do any of that sort of reasoning, you're 'way off, Dick!"
"Well, maybe I am, but we won't take any chances. We'll inspect every foot until we come to the break."
And this plan was followed.
It was not until after they had ridden several miles that they saw, dangling between two poles, the severed ends of the wire.
"There it is!" cried Dick.
"Good! I mean I'm glad we've found it!" voiced Bud. "It may be all sorts of bad luck that it's cut. For they may have figured that we'd divide forces to mend the break, and they may take this chance to rush Kid and Snake and get possession of the land."
"I don't think so," remarked Dick as he dismounted to approach the pole and look at the severed wire. "Those sheep can't travel as fast as that, and we'll have reinforcements at the fort when they try to cross Spur Creek."
"But they may send a bunch of Greasers on ahead of the woollies," objected Bud.
To this Dick did not answer. He was busy looking at the end of the dangling wire.
"Is it cut or broken?" asked Bud, for there was the possibility of an accident having happened.
"Cut," was the answer.
"What you going to do?"
"Splice it," was the answer. "That's all I can do now. I brought some extra wire along."
Not pausing to climb the pole and re-string the cut wire, which plainly showed marks of cutting pliers, Dick simply connected one severed end with the other, using a piece of copper he had brought from the shack for this purpose.
"Too bad we haven't one of those portable sets so we could cut in and see if everything was working," observed Bud, when the break was mended.
"Yes," agreed Dick. "We'll have to wait until we get back to the fort to make a test and see if we can talk."
"It's nearer to go on to our ranch," said Bud. For the break in the wire had been discovered more than half way to Diamond X.
"Yes, it's nearer, but we can't take any chances," objected Dick. "We may be needed to help Snake and Kid."
"That's so," agreed Bud. "I forgot about that. We'll go back to the fort and see if we can call up the ranch."
They made better time on the return trip, for they did not have to ride slowly along looking for a break in the wire. On the way they speculated as to what might have happened during their absence in chasing the cattle rustlers.
"All we're sure of is that they cut the telephone wire," said Bud.
"But there's no telling what they may have laid plans for," added Dick. "I guess those sheep men are smarter than we gave them credit for."
"It does seem so," admitted Bud. "We'll have to match our wits against theirs when it comes to a show-down – seeing who's going to keep this rich grazing land."
"One thing in our favor is that we're in possession," said Dick, as he patted his pony's neck.
"But one thing against us – or against dad, which is the same thing," said Bud, "is that his papers proving possession are stolen. And these sheep men seem to know that."
"Yes," agreed Dick, "they seem to know it all right."
They returned to the fort on the bank of Spur Creek just before dark, and, to their delight, found the telephone in working order. For the ranch had called the cabin, Mr. Merkel wanting to know how matters were at Spur Creek.
He complained of having tried several times to get into communication with the fort, and he had guessed there was a broken wire but he had not suspected it was cut. Then, when he tried again, he found communication restored. This, of course, was after Dick and Bud had found and mended the break.
Nort had not yet reached the ranch at the time his father finally found the telephone working. But the need of help was told of over the restored wire, and several cowboys were at once dispatched, not waiting for the arrival of Nort.
"I'll send Nort back to you as soon as he gets here," promised Mr. Merkel.
These matters having been disposed of, Bud and Dick had a chance to ask what had transpired at the fort since they left.