“All set!” called Teddy early next morning.
“Let ’em ride!” echoed Roy.
Breakfast was finished and the prospectors were ready to break camp. Nat Raymond and Jim Casey had come over to help their former cow-punching comrades take down the tents and pack the duffle for the trip home. Nat and Jim were just as disappointed in their claims as were the X Bar X boys, and were also ready to quit.
“This here place is a fake!” Nat grumbled. “Good thing your dad promised us back our jobs,” he said to Roy and Teddy. “But the worst of it will be sittin’ on the fence listenin’ to Pop say: ‘I told you so!’ Snakes!”
Bug Eye, who was rolling up blankets, snickered.
“Boy! Me? I’m not kickin’! I got seven hundred bucks out o’ this here little ole camp, lemme tell you!”
“Well, we sure had an exciting time,” Teddy commented. “Nick, hand me those ponchos, will you? Hey, who’s this coming?”
Toward them came running a figure, waving his hands wildly.
“Now what’s eatin’ that guy?” Silent asked wonderingly. “Looks like a windmill on wheels!”
“It’s Maryland!” Roy declared. “Remember him, Teddy? Yes, it’s Maryland, all right!”