“If he ever gets out of this I’ll bet he’ll be a different fellow,” whispered Randy to Fred.
“I think so myself,” was the reply. “But how he is going to square himself with Colonel Colby remains to be seen. It was a serious piece of business to let Haddon steal all those things from the school and say nothing about it.”
While the boys were eating the storm stopped, and less than an hour later the sun was shining as before.
“I think we might as well be on our way back to the ranch,” remarked Spouter. “The sooner we get there and let our fathers know how matters stand, the better.”
“Don’t you want to go with us, Brassy?” asked Jack.
“If I did that I couldn’t get back to my uncle’s place to-night, and then he’d worry about me. Otherwise I would just as lief go to your place as not. Now that I’ve told you everything I’d like to see the whole matter cleaned up, and quick too.”
“How far is it to your uncle’s ranch?” asked Fred.
“Not over a mile and a half.”
“Then suppose we go there first, and then all of us can strike out for Big Horn Ranch. Maybe your uncle will want to take part in what is going on,” said Jack.
“I wish you would go with me!” cried Brassy eagerly. “I’m afraid my uncle will raise Cain when I tell him the truth.”