About five o’clock the big, canvas-covered freight wagon was drawn over to the depot that the crates, boxes and gasoline cans might be loaded that night. The teamster, Colonel Weston, Roy and the depot agent were not long in doing this.
Roy looked at the big, crowded wagon and wrinkled his brows:
“Goin’ to be a kind of close fit for us, isn’t it?” he remarked to Mr. Weston.
“How’s that?” asked the ex-sheriff.
“All three of us on that wobbly seat for nearly a hundred miles.”
Colonel Weston exploded with laughter.
“You don’t reckon I’m goin’ to ride on the wagon?”
Roy looked at him, mystified. Then suddenly he understood.
“Of course,” he answered, “you’ll ride horseback.”