"That so? What now?"
"Think the uniforms are here—at least there are two big boxes—one from Kansas City and another from New York."
"Gee whiz," shouted the southerner. "That's what they are, all right. Dad got a letter yesterday sayin' they'd be here soon. Say, yuh just hold 'em till Tender and I get over there; we're just gettin' ready to ride over to the fort."
"All right. Hurry up. Got somethin' else to tell you," said Jerry, remembering Hawke's appointment.
"What is it?" asked Herb eagerly.
"Just wait till you get over here," teased Jerry.
"All right, stingy."
"And say, Herb, father's got some business on hand this morning with a fellow from San Jose. Guess we can't have the mix-up here; makes too much noise. Let's have Ike take the boxes to Carl's room."
"That's fine. And don't open 'em till we get there. Tender an' I will be over in a jiffy."
"Fine work!" declared Carl heartily, when Jerry and Fred called on him and informed him that the uniforms had arrived. "Sure, bring them all over here."