However, the Motor Boys were more interested in looking for Tinny Mallison, who had promised to meet them here, than they were in the sight of many travelers alighting to change cars for the Yellowstone.
“There he is! I see him!” cried Ned, waving his hand toward a tall, bronzed young man who hurried forward from a touring car at the sight of the boys.
“Howdy, boys! Glad you’re here!” called the former officer, as he came near. All formality was forgotten now, of course, since the war was over. They were just friends—no longer officer and non-com. and privates.
“Everything all right?” asked Tinny, as he shook hands with the lads. “Have a good trip and everything?”
“Yes, except that one of the dining car cooks broke down and had to go to the hospital,” said Ned, with a grave face.
“Had to go to the hospital!” repeated Mallison. “Why——”
“Chunky ate so much that the poor cook never got any rest night or day,” went on Ned, with a serious face, which broke into a smile, however, at the sign of a grin on Tinny’s face.
“You low-down, onery, white-livered specimen of a—” began Bob, but Ned ducked out of the way in time.
Then there was laughter, following which Tinny was introduced to Professor Snodgrass and Bill Cromley.
“I have heard the boys speak of you, Professor,” said the Westerner. “I am glad to meet you, Mr. Cromley. Have you been West before?”