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Excerpt: ...us the slip," announced Stacy. "What--why they've gone!" exclaimed Tad. "Yes, they've gone. Gone where there aren't any Pony Rider Boys to make life miserable for them." Tad was mystified. The Ranger company had disappeared utterly. They had slipped away silently and mysteriously. Even the chuck wagon had disappeared. "Why, what can it mean?" marveled Tad Butter. "You may search me. I don't know." "Hey, Ned!" "Well, what is it?" growled Rector appearing at the tent opening again. "They've gone and left us and without even saying good-bye," called Tad. "Shake out the others." The professor and Walter, having been awakened by the talking, now appeared. They were quickly informed that the Rangers had left, at which they wondered not a little. "I guess they got tired of our company. I'm going to start breakfast," declared Butler. "This is most remarkable," bristled the professor. "I should have thought they would have left some word." "How about that 'possum, Chunky?" jeered Rector. "You better ask the Rangers. They'll tell you about that," answered the fat boy with a grin. "There's the sack in which I fetched the animals back to camp." "What, did you catch any?" demanded the professor. "Oh, I got some game, all right. I'm the champion hunter, I am. Say, I wish I could cook like you," said Chunky gazing admiringly at Tad, who was confidently making some biscuit for breakfast. "I never could cook unless I had everything all down in writing before me. How do you do it?" "Oh, he cooks by ear," scoffed Ned. "That's why there's so many discords in our digestive apparatus." The Pony Rider Boys groaned dismally. CHAPTER XIII AN INQUISITIVE VISITOR Breakfast the plans for the day were discussed. The professor was for remaining in camp, hoping that the Rangers might return later in the day. Tad did not believe this would be the case. He reasoned that the men had been summoned some time during the night to go on a hike, and that they might not return at all;...
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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - Leaving the main branch of Delaware Creek, a broad, sluggish stream that slowly made its way toward the muddy Pecos River, a party of horsemen turned up the west branch. Horses and men alike were wearied, dusty, perspiring and sleepy under the glare of a midsummer Texas sun. Little had been said for some time. None felt like talking. For hours they had been working south by west, urged on by the green of the foliage that they could see a short distance ahead. At least it had seemed a short distance for the last five hours, but the green trees now appeared to be just as far away as when the party had first sighted them early in the morning.
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