"May we go along, Uncle Richfield?" asked Billy, eagerly.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed his aunt quickly. "If there's any danger——"
"There won't be," spoke her husband. "Yes, I guess you boys can trail along if you want to. But can you ride?" he asked, looking at Frank and Andy.
"Just a little," they confessed.
"I'm going to teach 'em soon," volunteered Billy. "But they can do well enough on Max and Major."
"Yes, I guess those animals are safe enough," admitted the ranchman, with a smile. "But they can't make very good time."
"Never mind," said his nephew. "You can ride on ahead, and I'll come along with Frank and Andy."
"Oh, we don't want to keep you back," protested the elder Racer lad.
"That's all right," returned Billy. "Maybe when Max and Major see Buffalo galloping along they'll show some speed. It's all right; we'll get there sometime, anyhow. Come on to the stables."
"Now you will be careful; won't you?" pleaded Mrs. Thornton, as the boys followed the ranchman out of the house.