But we know that is a way these
Rangers have. Besides he thought there was trouble in the air,"
guessed the professor.
"Yes, but then why did he run away from it?" urged Butler.
"That's so, he did go the wrong way," wondered Ned.
"Maybe he's going to take a roundabout course," suggested Stacy.
"Exactly. You do think now and then, don't you?" smiled the professor.
"However, it is not for us to criticize. Captain McKay knows his
business perhaps much better than do we. And now, if you are ready
we had better be on our way. We have lost no little time here."
The packing up was not a long job for not much of their equipment had
been unloaded. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, the Pony
Rider Boys continuing along the range of mountains.
About five o'clock they decided to make camp in a valley, beside a
stream of clear, cold water. The place was thickly covered with brush
and small trees, excepting for a small open space on which the grass
grew high and green.
They pitched their tent near the stream. This done the boys began
gathering dry wood for the campfire which would need a lot of it
before the evening came to an end. Wood was scarce and darkness
had overtaken them ere they succeeded in getting enough for their
needs. In the meantime the professor had been laboring with the tent.
He had finished his job quickly, rather to the surprise of the boys,
who were chuckling over the mess Professor Zepplin would make of it.
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