From that point they can start
on the trail. They'll find the Professor. No doubt about that.
After you all get back we will talk with you about the loss of your
stock. Perhaps your experience may help us to land the band. I hope
so."
"Can--can your men find their way in the dark?"
"I should say they could. Some of them know now from my description
just where your camp is. Don't worry about that. Here they come
now."
The miners, leading an extra pony for Tad, rode up at that moment.
When they glanced at the slight, boyish figure of Tad Butler they were
of the opinion that he had best remain at the mining camp. They did
not believe him hardy enough to stand the grilling journey that lay
before them.
They changed their minds before they had been out of camp an hour.
Tad rode well up with the leader, sitting in his saddle like a
veteran, taking obstructions in their path with jumps that some of the
party balked at and rode around.
"Say, kid, where'd you learn to hit a saddle like that?" called one.
"Does my riding please you?" inquired Tad.
"I should say it did. You are no tenderfoot."
Though the party rode rapidly, the hour was late when they reached the
vicinity of the Pony Rider Boys camp. Having approached the place
from another direction, Tad did not know where he was.
"It must be somewhere hereabouts," decided the leader.
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