"Not till seven-thirty to-night. There are only two passenger trains a day on this line."
"Well, we've got to get back before to-night," said Dave, decidedly. "We've got to get back right now."
"I don't see how you are going to do it," said the boy. "Ain't no train, nor stage, nor nuthin."
"Can't we hire some sort of a carriage?" queried Babcock. "We won't mind the expense." He came from a well-to-do family and had ample spending money.
"Might git old Si Ross to drive you over."
"Who is Si Ross?"
"Used to run the stage from here to Leeton before the railroad went through."
"Will you show us his place?"
"Of course," answered the boy and took them through the lumber town and to a small shanty on the outskirts. Here they found Si Ross, a bent-over old man who was rather hard of hearing.