And the whole Ranch Club said “Aye.”
CHAPTER XVIII
ZED’S TREASURE TROVE
“The best rainbow trout we get around here are in Lost Chance Gulch,” remarked Mrs. Murray, the following morning at the breakfast table, and she looked up in surprise as a ripple of mirth went round the table.
“It isn’t anything, motherie,” Jean said, “only that we were all thinking of the Gulch, and then you spoke of it. Do you want some of the trout to-day?”
“It would make a fine mess for supper, Jeanie.”
“Then we’ll go over and get some. I think we’d better take the surrey, girls, instead of riding. We can drive up pretty close to the cabin, and it will be easier.”
About an hour later, they started off, with a well-filled lunch basket, and smaller ones for trout.
“I hope we’ll catch more prehistoric bones than fish,” said Sue, happily.
“That’s right, hoodoo us from the start,” Ted protested. “Hunt for your old bones. I shall fish diligently.”