“Wonder what the girls did during all that rainy weather,” Teddy remarked, as they neared the 8 X 8.
“Curly was probably writing letters to you, which she forgot to send,” Roy responded, with a grin. “Aside from that, I guess they talked. Somehow, girls seem to do that especially well.”
“Think Nell and Ethel will come back with Belle?”
“Yep.”
“Golly, you sure seem positive about it. How do you know?”
“Got a hunch.”
Teddy drove on in silence for a moment.
“What’ll you bet they won’t be at home when we get there?” he said finally.
“What do you mean—that they’ll be out riding? Well, we can wait. Bug Eye will probably be there, an’ we can bat the sock with him for a while. Jimminy, I don’t know what made me think he could have written that note—and him the one who helped us capture the rustlers, too! Well, we live and learn. I guess, after all, that message was just to scare us. Nothing will come of it. The rustlers are probably miles away from here by now, heading for Mexico. Chances are we’ll never hear of them again. Come on, step on it. Mother said she wanted us back before dark.”
As he depressed the accelerator, Teddy stole a look at his brother. Roy had expressed the very opposite of his former declarations! Did he really think the horse thieves had abandoned their plans for revenge? Well, maybe so. It seemed likely, now that all this time had passed without any sign of them. Teddy sank more deeply in the seat. If Roy wasn’t worrying, certainly he should not!