“Not this season, I hope,” said Uncle Tod. “I had letters from your folks the other day asking when you were coming home.”
“Don’t mention it!” begged Rick.
“Let’s forget it!” cried Chot. “Oh, boy, but it’s great out here!”
I might say that Rick and Ruddy did have more adventures, and those of you who care to follow the career of a boy and his dog may do so in the next volume, to be called: “Rick and Ruddy on the Trail.”
“Well, boys, everything seems to be coming along all right,” remarked Uncle Tod, when he had looked to the mining operations being conducted by men he had engaged.
“You’ve got two mines instead of one,” said Chot.
“Oh, I only own part of this one,” said Mr. Belmont. “And, Rick, I want you to see that Ruddy gets his dividends in the shape of bones!”
“I’ll see to it,” promised Rick with a laugh.
And then, in the pleasant evening glow, they rode back to the main camp.
THE END