"When—when did you leave there?" questioned the Professor.
"Last night."
"Then you rode all night?"
"Ride fast all night. Pony git sick in the legs and fall down once. Me not care. Why Charlie care? Fat boy git trouble plenty. No care horse die. He say come quick, eh?"
"Yes, that is what he says," answered Tad, smiling faintly.
"Then come. Mebby Charlie kill horse. Charlie not care for horse. Charlie like um fat boy."
"Professor, there is only one thing to be done. Some of us must go back there at once. Perhaps you and I had better start."
Professor Zepplin reflected.
"It would be better were we all to go. I don't care to leave one or two of you boys here."
"But that will detain us too long," objected Butler.