"Of course, Aunty," promised Billy.
"Do you think there is any danger?" asked Andy, as he swung along beside the Western lad.
"Danger? Why, no, I guess not," said Billy, thoughtfully.
"Gee! I wish there was!" went on Andy, eagerly. "I'd like to see a good fight—not where anyone got hurt, of course," he hastened to add; "but just for some excitement."
"Oh," laughed Billy. "That's how the wind blows; eh? Well, you may see some excitement if Uncle Richfield finds those fellows on his land, and there may be a fight, but it will be the good old-fashioned kind, with fists. We don't run to guns out here half as much as some writers of Western stories would have it appear. But come on, there are the horses."
CHAPTER XIX
WARNED AWAY
Archie Lynch was leading out two fairly good-looking steeds, which did not seem to have much speed, but for which the Racer boys were duly grateful, for fast riding was not one of their accomplishments.
"Those are the ones you can take," said Billy, for his uncle, on reaching the stables in advance of the lads, had given orders to the old cattleman. "Here, Buffalo," he called, and his own steed, which Archie had saddled and bridled, came to his young master of his own accord.
"Trail along, boys," called Mr. Thornton, as he leaped to the back of his horse, and galloped off. "I'll wait there for you, if I don't start back. This may not amount to anything," he added, "but it's best to be sure."