“Three-quarters there!” Ralph again told him shortly afterwards; indeed, to Rob, it seemed as though two minutes had hardly elapsed, and yet more than a brace of miles must have been covered during the interval.
“I can see lights ahead that look as if they came from a house, Ralph!” he suddenly burst out with.
“Sure thing! That’s our place!” the other announced.
Still, on they rushed, and presently Ralph cut down the speed.
“Here we are, safe and sound, Rob!” he exclaimed, as he turned in at the lane.
Chapter XVIII
Back to the Burning Town
Ralph was now on very familiar ground. Every foot of territory was so well known to him that he could perhaps have gone over it with his eyes blindfolded.
Some one came out with a lantern. It was Mr. Jeffords, who must have been considerably exercised after discovering that amazing glow in the heavens above Wyoming.
“What’s happened?” he called out, as he ran toward the spot where the two boys were springing from the car, “and where is the rest of your crowd?”
“You tell him, Rob, while I run off to get some of that dynamite. Fortunately, I have a key to the little house where we keep it in stock. Give me my electric light from under the front seat, where I always carry it. All right, Rob, I’ll be back in a rush!”