The Pony Rider Boys in Montana; Or, The Mystery of the Old Custer Trail

Produced by Kent Fielden
Forsythe! announced the trainman in a loud voice.
That is where we get off, is it not! asked Tad Butler.
Yes, this is the place, answered Professor Zepplin.
I don't see any place, objected Stacy Brown, peering from the car window. Where is it?
You'll see it in a minute, said Walter Perkins.
Chunky, we are too busy to bother answering all your silly questions. Why don't you get a railroad guide? Town's on the other side. It's one of those one-sided towns. Use your eyes more and your tongue less, added Ned Rector impatiently.
With this injunction, Ned rose and began pulling his belongings from the rack over his head, which action was followed by the three other boys in the party. Professor Zepplin had already risen and was walking toward the car door.
The Northern Pacific train on which they were riding, came to a slow, noisy stop. From it, alighted the four boys, sun-burned, clear-eyed and springy of step. They were clad in the regulation suits of the cowboy, the faded garments giving evidence of long service on the open plains.
Accompanying the lads was a tall, athletic looking man, his face deeply bronzed from exposure to wind, sun and storm, his iron gray beard standing out in strong contrast, giving to his sun burned features a ferocious appearance that was not at all in keeping with the man's real nature.
A man dressed in a neat business suit, but wearing a broad brimmed sombrero stepped up to the boys without the least hesitation, the moment they reached the platform.
Are you the Pony Rider Boys? he asked smilingly.