"Then I'll have Tom Phipps go with you. I understand the boys are
fond of anything in the horse line, and they usually have a great time
over at Jessup's. He is a cattle man and, besides his own men,
cowboys from neighboring ranches for twenty miles around ride in to
take part."
"But, we have no ponies."
"I think we can arrange that all right. Here, Tom, I want you."
Mr. Phipps approached the little group, the superintendent, informing
him in a few words of the plan he had in mind.
"Of course I'll go with them," smiled Phipps. "I'll be glad of the
chance to get out in the open once more. We had better get started
pretty soon if we are going."
"How about it, Professor?" queried Mr. Munson.
"I do not object if Mr. Phipps accompanies them."
"Hooray!" shouted the boys.
"Wish we had our own ponies," added Ned.
"So do I," chorused the others.
"You will come along, won't you, Professor?" urged Walter.
"No, I think not. I've had quite enough for a time. Think I will
remain and study the geological formations of the strata hereabouts."
"There's plenty of it to occupy you for some time," laughed Tom. "The
most important zinc mines in the world are strung along this range.
And besides, there's lead enough hereabouts to supply the armies of
the world if they were all engaged in active warfare.
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