But I have no need to tell you about it. You surely
are familiar with the subject."
"I reckon I know all about it, Professor. Was it some of my men who
shot up the bandits the other night and---"
"No, that was us fellows," interjected Stacy suddenly. "We did give
them the run. And they thought it was the Rangers too. Oh, that was
a good joke. I nearly laugh myself sick every time I think about
that funny scrape. We bluffed them and they ran away."
For the briefest part of a second the eyes of the visitor darkened.
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. It is reward enough that they were able
to serve the authorities in the capture of a very bad man. We shall
do whatever we can in our small way to help the Rangers round up the
rest of this disreputable gang."
"Of course, of course," answered the captain reflectively.
Tad had taken no part in the conversation. He did not like this
freedom of speech on the part of the professor. What they had learned
were better kept to themselves according to Tad Butler's reasoning.
Then again there was a faint suspicion in the mind of the Pony Rider
Boy, that he could not clearly explain to himself.
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