“Maybe it’s Mr. Andrews’s,” Peggy suggested.
“That other one’s his, I know. I wonder where he’s parked Jitters. I don’t see her.”
“I hope nothing has happened to her,” put in Florence.
With their faces lit by the broadest smiles, the three sprang from their horses and greeted Mr. Andrews, who had hurried out to meet them, Mr. Gonzales following closely behind him.
“Oh, we’re so happy you’re safe and sound—that you’re both all right!” Jo Ann welcomed them.
“We certainly are, too, aren’t we?” added Peggy.
Florence nodded. “Yes, indeed.”
“Did you capture the smugglers—all of them?” Jo Ann asked eagerly in the next breath.
Mr. Andrews smiled. “Not all of them; but the three ringleaders and the two whose trail you set me following are behind prison bars. That gang’s broken to bits; I can breathe more freely now. If it hadn’t been for you, I might be dead. I’m certainly grateful to you.”
Jo Ann drew a long sigh of relief, as did the other two girls. “That certainly is grand news,” she added the next moment.