"Oh, it wasn't much," said Ryan, nodding to Harry. The latter did not appear to know him. The flask which had been in so much evidence a little while before was not in sight now.
"Yes, I'll ride back and get the stuff," Jack decided. It had come into his mind that perhaps the forgotten package contained the letters Mr. Argent was expecting. They might have been sent by special mail, and not be in the regular sacks. It would be best for Jack to go, though he would be delayed.
"And if it's too late, and if I think they are the letters about the secret mine, I won't do any night-riding," Jack decided, mentally.
"Well, I'm glad I caught you," Harry said, as he turned his horse about.
"Yes, it would have been too bad if you had had your ride for nothing," the pony express lad said. "Well, Sunger, old boy, we'll hit the back trail again for a little while," and Jack swung himself up into the saddle.
Somewhat to Jack's surprise, when Ryan mounted, he, also, turned his horse's head in the direction of Tuckerton.
"Are you going back, too?" Jack asked him.
"Yes, I guess I might as well."
"But I thought you were going to Golden Crossing."
"So I am. But it just occurred to me that I am hungry, and there's an eating place in Tuckerton, isn't there?"