"Win what?" demanded Ned sullenly.
"Your wish."
"I haven't made any wish. What did I wish?"
"You wished Tad Butler were here."
"Huh! I wish my wish might come true."
"I told you it had."
"What do you mean, Chunky?" questioned Walter suddenly.
"Why, Tad's here now. You fellows don't use your eyes. You can't any of you see beyond the ends of your noses."
The eyes of Professor Zepplin were twinkling. Cale Vaughn was regarding the lads quizzically. All at once Walter Perkins uttered a wild yell and bounding to his feet started off at a lively sprint. Ned rubbed his eyes, scarcely believing what they saw.
A horseman was galloping toward them at a fast gait. The figure of the horseman was slight, clad in khaki, a broad-brimmed sombrero waving in one hand.