"Buffalo Meadows."
"And when did you count on makin' that forty-five miles?"
"I allowed to get there before midnight."
"Where's your camp?"
"Well, we haven't got anything you can rightly call a camp; but we're located in a prairie schooner near by the spring in the valley."
"How many in the party?"
"Daddy, mother, an' Margie."
The two men looked at Dick an instant, and then glanced at each other, after which Parsons said emphatically,—
"The boy has got grit; but the old man must have been way off to come through this section of the country in a wagon."
Dick explained how it was they chanced to be travelling, and then, eager to gain all the information possible, asked,—