"Right in here," called out Nat.
"I'm Rattlesnake Jim," announced the stranger, "and I come from
Double B ranch to show you the way."
The boys were only too anxious to get started. They paid their hotel bill, and when they got outside found there were three fine ponies waiting for them.
"Mount!" called Rattlesnake Jim.
The lads were very glad of the practice they had in riding with Mr. Hardy, for they felt their new guide was watching them closely. If he had any fault to find he did not mention it.
It was a pleasant afternoon, and, once they were out in the open country, after ascending a slight rise, the boys let their animals out. They found them plenty speedy enough.
"Not so bad for tenderfeet," muttered Rattlesnake Jim, under his breath.
The road led along a long level stretch, the big plateau extending for miles ahead of them.
"About what time will we get to my uncle's place?" asked Nat
"Grub time, I reckon," said Rattlesnake Jim, who, as the boys afterward learned, had gained his name from the hatred he bore to the reptiles.