“Now, Tommy, we’ve just got to get to Freezeout Camp some way. We don’t want to wait here a week or more for the movie company to arrive. Mr. Hammond expects me to have the first part of the scenario ready for the director when he gets on the ground. And I must see the old camp just as it is.”
“I’d like to know what that Edith Phelps has got to do with it—and why Ann Hicks went off with her,” growled Tom.
“Oh, dear! Don’t you suppose I am just as curious as you are?” Ruth demanded. “But that doesn’t get us anywhere.”
“Well, what will get us to Freezeout?” he asked.
“Getting started, first of all,” laughed Ruth. “And we can do it. This girl can guide us just as well as her father could. We can get a man or a boy to look after the ponies and the packtrain. A ‘wrangler’ don’t they call them on the ranch?”
“The girl looks capable enough,” admitted Tom. “But what will your Miss Cullam say to her?”
Ruth giggled. “Poor Miss Cullam is doomed to get several shocks, I am afraid, before the trip is over.”
“All right. You’re the doctor,” Tom said, grinning. “Looks to me like some lark. This Min Peters is certainly a caution!”
CHAPTER IX—IN THE SADDLE AT LAST
“The matter can be arranged in one, two, three order!” Ruth cried.