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He motioned to the others to do the same, but either they did not understand or they were too frightened to act. A sudden dust cloud obliterated the trail for fully five rods ahead of Professor Zepplin, then went shooting out into the chasm beyond, and a great mass of earth seemed to leap from the mountainside just above them.
They were both there waiting for him. "What was all that row?" demanded the fat boy. "We were having a little horse race, that's all," grinned Tad grimly; "Hurry along, now." They reached their own camp in safety an hour later. The two boys had much to relate, and as the narration proceeded, Professor Zepplin shook his head disapprovingly.
If, by any chance, the bandits learned who had interfered with them, it might be necessary for Professor Zepplin and his charges to make lively tracks for the border and seek other fields of adventure. The same thought was in the minds of all except Chunky, who held his head erect, his chest swelled out.
Breathing hard, he would force it up until it was nearly upright, when all at once the point of the triangle would suddenly swerve downward, bending the rod almost to the breaking point. "See it? See it?" "Most remarkable," breathed Professor Zepplin. "Yes, there can be no doubt about it," nodded the guide. "He's bluffing," disagreed Ned. "Doesn't look to me as if he were," returned Tad.
"That's my claim and no man ain't goin' ter take it away from me, neither." "My friend," retorted Professor Zepplin, stepping forward frowning. "If I did what you deserve, I should send a bullet into your miserable carcass. Instead I'm going to tell you about a little paper I have here." All eyes instantly were centered on the Professor.
They grew almost filmy, then the old sparkle came into them and a grim smile appeared on the face of their owner. "You sure are a fine crop of youngsters. You probably will be claiming the reward for the capture of Tucker, eh?" "Not at all, not at all," protested Professor Zepplin. "My young men are not looking for rewards.
Unless you turn in early you will not want to get up in the morning," reminded Professor Zepplin. "He never does," averred Walter. "I don't want to turn in at chicken hours," objected Stacy. "Little boys should be in bed early," said Tad smilingly. "That's what they made me do when I was a baby. They'd tuck me in my little crib and give me a bottle and sing me to sleep.
"Did you?" asked the fat boy sharply, turning the laugh on Ned. "You remember what we were told in Springfield," said Walter. "What was that?" asked the Professor. "That a band of robbers had been causing considerable excitement in the Ozarks for several months past." "Yes, you are right. I had forgotten that," nodded Professor Zepplin. "Stealing horses and other things." "Yes."
"It is my opinion," declared Professor Zepplin gravely, "that the spirits that trouble Eagle-eye most are not the supernatural kind. We certainly drew a prize when we picked him." "We did," agreed Tad, laughing. "Next time we'll choose a white man, if we can get one " "Hello, he isn't here, either," called Ned, who was the first to reach the end of the trail at the top.
And Professor Zepplin steadfastly stuck to his word, leaving to their youthful imaginations the solution of the problem that he had presented. "Get busy for firewood," called Lige. "Why, it's almost dark," exclaimed Ned. "Where is that pack train? What are we going to do, Professor?" "Ask the guide. He knows everything. He's the original wizard," laughed the German.
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