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The cowboy had certainly set a smart pace, but none of the boys grumbled, for they were as anxious as he to reach the mountains and look for game. "Of course you can keep your eyes open around here," he said, as they galloped along. "But you won't see much, I'm afraid." "I see some grouse!" cried the shipowner's son, a few minutes later. "We might bring some of those down and cook them for supper.
But presently they caught sight of Sid Todd. He was flourishing a stick at the steer. The animal paid no attention at first, but presently commenced to shake his head from side to side. "Doesn't like it," was Roger's comment. "He seems to be saying 'No' quite forcibly," added Dave. "Now Todd is after him," cried the shipowner's son a minute later. "See, the steer is on the move at last."
"The case against you is squashed." "The Pooles will have to let it drop," added the shipowner's son. "And I am mighty glad of it." "I hope you are right," said Dave, and his face showed his relief. They had to tell Ben all about what had happened. Then the latter wanted to see the bear target, and the crowd ended by doing some more target practicing.
"Can they be following us?" questioned Phil. "I don't know. They came from the stables," answered our hero. "Most likely they had their horses there over night. We can find out when we go down." "Where are they going?" asked the shipowner's son. All watched for a minute or two and saw the Blugg crowd pass down the main street of the camp and around a warehouse corner. Then they were lost to view.
"And you've got to fairly drive 'em the right way, or they'd stay in the hollow till they died." Dave felt like "letting himself loose," as he expressed it, and with a level stretch of several miles before them, he called on Phil and Roger for a race. "Done!" cried the shipowner's son. "But I know you'll beat," he added. "You've had more practice on horseback than I have had."
He's not going to beat me!" put in the shipowner's son, and he urged his horse to do better. But this was impossible, and, inch by inch, Dave overtook him, and went to the front. It now seemed to be a race between Hero and the brown horse that the senator's son rode.
"But say, when you get the chance, I want you to look at that Hank Snogger. He looks like somebody I've met somewhere, but for the life of me I can't place him." "Is he handsome?" quizzed the shipowner's son. "No, he looks melancholy as if he had something on his mind. It's a peculiar face, and for the life of me I can't get it out of my mind."
"And you'll be sure to come to the ranch for us in about a month?" asked Laura. "Yes, unless some special business detains me, and then I'll wire when I can come," was the reply, and then the train rolled off, Dunston Porter standing at the end, waving the boys and girls adieu. "Now we have got to take care of ourselves," remarked the shipowner's son. "Girls, you don't feel afraid, do you?"
"Huh! you're thinking of Jessie!" cried the shipowner's son, slyly, and at this "knock" Dave blushed deeply. The boys had hardly eaten their dinner when there came a telegram from Senator Morr. "Listen to this, boys!" cried Roger, and read the following: "Good news received and we are much delighted. You boys are certainly wonders. Will await letter with interest."
"Of course, we ought to expose Haskers!" declared the shipowner's son, who was not likely to forget how he had suffered at the hands of the former teacher of Oak Hall. "We'll go to this Mr. Fordham and tell him just what a rascal Haskers is!" The doings of the day had made all the boys tired, and they slept soundly.
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