“Wal?” said the trapper.
“And we’re going to bring one of them back with us.”
“Sho!” exclaimed Dick. “You haint agoin’ to racin’ with them critters, be you?”
“No, indeed. We know better than that. We are going to drive them down.”
Dick looked at Bob as if wondering whether or not he had heard aright, and then arose and approached Eugene.
“What did you say you was goin’ to do?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you call it,” answered Eugene, “but we’re going to keep those horses in motion until they’re tired out, and then we’re going to catch one of them.”
“Youngster,” said the trapper, lowering his voice as if he were afraid that some one might overhear what he was about to say, “that’s the only way the colonel’s hoss can be ketched.”
“Then we can do it, can’t we?” exclaimed Eugene, delighted to hear his plan endorsed by so high an authority.