"I do," was the answer. "There's no place like it, and when I get through with my uncle's Eastern business, maybe I'm not going back. Not that I didn't have a good time there, and that I don't like Riverview Hall," he hastened to add, "but—it isn't the West."
"No, I should say not—not by a long shot!" exclaimed Andy, as he looked across the boundless expanse of the prairies.
CHAPTER XVI
"WE ARE BEING FOLLOWED!"
"Here we are, fellows!" exclaimed Billy Chase.
"Here?" asked Frank Racer.
"Where?" echoed his brother.
"Pulling into Sageville," answered the Western lad. "We'll be there in a few minutes now. Better get your stuff in shape."
"Say, if this is some place, where's no place?" asked Andy, for as he looked out of the car windows he saw nothing save the same prairies over which they had traveled for many hours.
"Oh, Sageville isn't much of a place, compared to your Eastern cities," answered Billy, with a laugh; "but it does very well for us. We think it quite a town. There it is," and, as the train swung around a curve, the Racer boys could see a small town just ahead.