"Oh, I guess we can fix 'em up. Ride?" and he looked questioningly at the Racer boys.
"Not much," said Andy.
"A little," confessed Frank.
"Oh, you'll soon learn," declared Billy. "Everyone rides out here,—nobody walks;" and Frank and his brother had noticed that, brief as had been their time in the West.
They kept on, the sturdy little horses making good time, and the boys and the old cattleman talked of many things.
"Much of a force working on the dam now?" asked Billy.
"Not as many as there was," replied Archie. "There's only a small gap to fill now, to make the lake, but your uncle can't do anything until this dispute is settled. Them skunks is holdin' him back."
"Well, maybe we can help settle it," laughed Billy. "What's the matter, Frank?" he asked a moment later. "I notice you looking back a lot."
"I was trying to see who was in that wagon following us," replied the elder Racer lad.
"Following us!" exclaimed Billy, and he and Archie exchanged quick glances. "I don't see anyone," said Billy, a moment later, as he glanced to the rear.