Russell looked in appeal at the two boys.
Ned was mad, and mad all over.
"You are so quick to have your own way," he said, "you can't blame us."
"All right," was the cheery response, "it'll lend a bit of local color to the story. Goodbye, boys. And good luck to you. I'll see you when you come back."
"Remember," said Alan relenting a trifle, "we'll let you stay until we leave if you'll promise to write nothing."
Bob laughed again.
"What good would that do me? No experience means anything to me that I can't turn into copy. And as for walking—I'd walk from here to Kansas City or crawl before I'd lie down on my shop like that."
"Come on, kid, get busy," exclaimed Jellup again. "An' when ye start, don't bother about lingerin', because I'll be hangin' around and I'm good with this at some distance."
As he spoke he drew a Colt 44 and tapped it.
"Never fear, Mr. Jellup," laughed Bob. "I suppose I can express my suit case to the next town?"