"If we rough riders don't get started pretty soon we'll be back before we get started," warned Stacy humorously.
"You're right. We are wasting time. Now, Masters Tad and Ned, you understand what you are to do?"
"We do," answered the boys.
"Follow my directions to the letter. If you do you will keep out of trouble. If you do not, there's no telling what may happen."
"We are to find water. That's what we are going out for," added Tad.
"Exactly. But the instant you hear a gun fired, turn about and ride home. That will mean either that the time's up, or that one or the other of us has found what you are looking for. Keep your eyes clear for signs and for crusts of alkali that may have a water tank under them."
"We'll do our duty, Mr. Parry," answered Tad.
"I know it. Good-bye and good luck!"
The three lads swung their hands in parting salute, as they left the camp at an easy gallop, Tad and Stacy riding side by side, Ned Rector moving off alone. Ascending the rise of ground where the pajamas were drooping listlessly from the top of the signal pole, Tad and Stacy slipped down the opposite side of the hill and disappeared from view.
The two lads were destined to pass through some exciting experiences before they rejoined their companions.