"But think of the danger they may be in," said Mrs. Racer.
"Nothing unusual," insisted her husband. "Travel is very safe now. I almost wish I were going with them," and with a sigh he started for his office, where a tangle of affairs needed his attention; for, though he was a wealthy merchant, he devoted much personal attention to his business.
And so it came about that Andy, Frank and Billy were in the parlor car, speeding westward. They would be several days on the journey, for they had elected to go by a route that would afford them a glimpse of some fine scenery.
"Might as well have a good time while we're going," said Frank.
"Especially as we're not in much of a hurry," added Andy.
Billy said nothing, but when the train had pulled out of the station he had looked around apprehensively, and had breathed more freely when they were well started.
"Do you think that lame man will try to follow you?" asked Frank.
"I think he's equal to it," was the answer. "He and his crowd would do anything to prevent my uncle from carrying out his plan of making the irrigation lake. But I don't see anything of Shackmiller."
"I think we've given him the slip," decided Frank.
"Then let's enjoy ourselves," proposed Andy. "I've just thought of something."