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Updated: June 5, 2025
"Say, you two are the only topic of conversation in Tolopah about now. Couple of passengers told what you all done, and now everybody's telling everybody else. So it was you kids put the kibosh on Gus Megget. Phew! I hope I don't get you riled up." And clucking to his horses, Ned drove on to the wagon shed. "When you go into Tolopah, you'll own the town," smiled Mr.
Their train was due at Tolopah at nine the next morning, and despite the fact that it was rushing along at the rate of forty miles an hour, it seemed to them to be scarcely moving. They had already passed two nights and two days on the train and the thought of putting another night in the berth, especially as it was very hot, seemed impossible, making them fretful and cross.
Consequently, they being only four, would take the shortest route to join the main body." "That argument would have been all right before the fire, Jim, but things are different now," rejoined Bill. "Certain. But the difference is the raiders will take more time in driving the cattle in the thought that there's no one to pursue 'em till the fact of the prairie fire reaches Tolopah."
"I'll go to the house for a bite and then start for the Three Stars." "What about me?" inquired the cowboy, disappointment in his voice at the thought of being left behind. "I want you to ride into Tolopah. Don't say anything about the raid. Just listen round and see if you can learn anything." And turning on his heel, Mr. Wilder started for the house. "Where are the boys?
After the flush of delight at their safe return she asked about the raiders, clapping her hands at the information they had all been captured and were on their way to Tolopah. "And now for some fun," said Bill the next day. With riding, hunting and fishing the chums passed many happy days.
No longer than necessary did the ranchman linger at the table, and when he had finished a hasty meal went out, mounted the pony Nails held waiting and galloped away in the direction of the Three Stars Ranch, which lay to the east. Having far less to go, the cowboy ate leisurely and then rode toward Tolopah.
After a hearty breakfast, they were discussing the best way to get their prisoners to Tolopah when a body of horsemen galloped into the valley. For the moment the ranchmen and cowboys thought they were partners of the raiders and quickly they sprang for their guns. But the next minute their alarm vanished. "It's Shorty Jenks and the sheriff of Tolopah!" yelled Skinny.
Once or twice Hans had tried to learn where the chums were going without asking directly, but they had given evasive answers, and at last, as though believing confidence would beget confidence, he announced that he was going to join his brother Chris, who had a store in Tolopah.
But their high spirits found no response in him, and as they neared their destination he could with difficulty keep back the tears, so worried was he. "Here we are!" exclaimed Larry as he caught sight of some houses and barns. And his words were verified by the porter, who came through the car calling: "All out for Tolopah!" Picking up their luggage, the boys hastened to the car steps.
"Where do you suppose we are the most likely to strike the outfit from the Three Stars, at home or in Tolopah?" asked Mr. Wilder after a time. "At home. They were to get the cattle day before yesterday, and Sandy told me they planned to stay at the ranch to-day to pack grub so as to save a trip of the wagon." "Then we ought to find the whole crew at home."
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