"If you'd been
riding as you should have, you never would have fallen off. Now
you're off, stay off." The captain uttered a bird-call which was
answered in kind. The boys understood at once that the Rangers were
exchanging signals. A few moments later, a bronzed, weather-beaten
Ranger rode into camp. He held a few moments' conversation with the
captain, after which he rode away.
"Anything doing, Cap?" asked Morgan.
The leader shook his head.
"Something may turn our way to-night. Joe has been detained. I don't
know what is keeping him. But we'll wait here till he comes in.
Professor, it is possible that we may have to make a hard night ride
to-night. Do you wish to go along?"
"Of course we do!" shouted the boys. "We don't want to miss a single
thing."
"No, we don't want to miss a thing," agreed Chunky solemnly. "I see
I've been missing a great deal lately. I don't propose to miss another
thing as long as I'm out on this cruise."
"He thinks he's on a canal boat," jeered Dippy.
"Maybe if I do it's because we've got some mules to pull it," retorted
Stacy.
"Ouch! But that one landed below the belt!" exclaimed Dippy.
"Our fat friend has a sharp tongue," observed Polly.
"I guess we'll have to file it. Might hurt himself on it if he happened
to stumble over a root and fall," added Cad Morgan.
"Chunky, are you going to get busy and help settle this camp?" demanded
Tad.
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