"Oh, yes, you'll worry a lot," derided Ballard. "The excitement is just beginning, and I'm entitled to a little of it."
"There are only two motor cycles, Pink," argued Merry, "so only two of us can go."
"I'll ride the burro," suggested Ballard desperately.
"And we'd go to the Picket Posts and back while you were getting to Loco's," laughed Clancy. "You for town, Pink. Don't hang back. Maybe you'll dream some more."
"You go to blazes," growled Ballard, seeing that the argument was already decided against him and that his protests were only delaying the pursuit.
"Where are the machines, Mr. Pardo?" asked Merry.
"This way," the super answered, and led the boys to an adobe storehouse not far from the corral.
The motor cycles proved to be twin-cylinder, highpowered machines.
"They're loaded with gasoline and oil," said Pardo, "for we always keep them in trim for an emergency."
The gas lamps attached to the front of the motor cycles were lighted, and two penciled gleams searched out the ground far in advance.