“Come on over to the gym, fellows,” called Merry, “and let’s get under the showers. I think we’ll all feel better for a bath and a rubdown.”
“It’s like going home, El,” Lenning whispered to Darrel, with a catch in his voice.
Silently Darrel’s arm went around his half brother and tightened affectionately.
The plot may have failed in so far as it concerned Colonel Hawtrey, but in other ways, equally far-reaching, it had been a success.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
WOO SING AND THE PIG.
“Suffering snakes!” exclaimed Barzy Blunt, coming to a halt in the trail, “what in blazes is that, fellows?”
“It might be a steam calliope breaking out in high C,” grinned Owen Clancy, “only this part of Arizona runs more to cantaloupes than calliopes, so——”
Billy Ballard groaned heavily.
“Pa-ro-no-masia,” he said, clearly and distinctly. “Get that?”