"All right," answered Harry. "We'll see you in the land of the elephant, anyway. So long."
And Sol galloped south, into the darkness.
CHAPTER III
DUKE ON A RAMPAGE
Before noon of the next day Harry, in the advance guiding Jenny and Duke, swung his hat and cheered.
"Did you ever see the like!" he cried. "The rush has begun, all right."
"I should say!" gasped Terry.
They had arrived in sight of the town of Manhattan, just above the mouth of the Big Blue, on the Kansas River emigrant trail from the east. The prairie for half a mile around was alive with campers; the smoke from a host of dinner fires drifted upon the clear air, and a great chorus arose—shouts of men, cries of children, bawling of cows and oxen, barking of dogs.
"And this is only one trail from the Missouri," said Harry. "Hurrah! Gwan, Duke, Jenny! Gwan!"