you see, first of all. And once we got that crowd where they wouldn’t bother us any, we could stay here, and wait till help came.”
“If only there was some other way to get out of this queer little valley!” said Bob, dismally.
“Well, there isn’t, ’cause you see Mendoza would know about it; and he always used the pass that’s been blowed up,” Scotty argued.
“I’m not so sure about that, Scotty!”
All turned and looked at Frank when he said this. Even his father seemed surprised to hear his words. And there was a faint smile on the boy’s face to indicate that some bright thought might be occupying his mind; something with which he may have been wrestling lately, while listening to the conversation around him.
“How’s that, Frank?” Scotty demanded.
“Why, you seemed so positive about there not being any other way for cattle getting out of here, I just had to remark that perhaps you were wrong.”
“As how?” persisted Scotty, who always had to be shown.
“How about Old Baldy?” Frank remarked, quietly.
The Colonel uttered an exclamation.