“Sure,” the fat boy replied. “He’s the man with the lasso.”
“But do you know his name?” Teddy wanted to know.
Fatty Nolan shook his head and answered:
“No. I never saw him before yesterday. But I never forget anybody I once see—even from the back. Besides, this must be the same man—he had the same rope—I wonder where he went—come on—let’s hurry!”
“If we hurry any faster,” objected Joe, “we’re going to be all tired out before we get anywhere.”
“That’s what I say,” agreed Dick. “Let’s take it easy.”
“You can go pretty fast for a fat boy,” complimented Joe as he ruffled his red hair. It was beginning to get damp and curly now, for Joe was perspiring.
“Yes, I always was pretty fast,” admitted Fatty Nolan. “First I tried to get thin by running and hurrying. But it didn’t do any good. I kept on getting fatter. So I hurry anyhow.”
“Well, there’s no special need for it,” decided Teddy. “We aren’t going any particular place. We just want to catch up to this man and find out if he is after the deer.”
“He’s after something or he wouldn’t have that rope,” was Joe’s opinion.