Upon the return from one of these trips Mr. Wilder handed Larry a telegram. Opening it, he read:
"We arrived in New York this morning.
Received fifty thousand dollars from Uncle
Darwent. We shall expect to meet you at
the Hotel Boswell in Pittsburg Saturday.
Love. FATHER."
"It's a good thing we came back to the ranch today," exclaimed Horace. "To-morrow is Thursday, and you'll be obliged to start then to reach Pittsburg on Saturday."
"Yes, I suppose it is," assented Larry. "Still we've had such a good time we hate to go home."
"And leave the life in the saddle for life in Ohio," added Tom.
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's Comrades of the Saddle, by Frank V. Webster