CHAPTER XV—THE ONE WHO CAME BACK
“Frank, do you remember what I did with the glasses?” asked Andy, after he had been looking all around for a minute or two, with a puzzled expression on his face.
Now, Andy was not quite so methodical as his cousin. He had on occasion been known to seem a bit careless, to confess the actual truth. And Frank, knowing how such a habit is apt to grow on anyone unless severely checked, sometimes played a little trick on his chum with the sole idea of impressing things upon his mind, and correcting this fault.
He raised his head at Andy’s question.
“Stop and think, where did you have them last?” he remarked, quietly.
“Oh! say, didn’t I fetch them in last night when we were all looking at the man in the moon, and those stars that Uncle Jethro said were the Belt of Orion the Hunter? I’m dead sure I did, Frank; but they don’t seem to be around here. Do you know where they are? Has anybody borrowed our glasses, Frank? I want them right now, and I want them bad.”
“Look on the table in the living room, and I think you’ll find them,” returned Frank, sitting up. “I saw you drop them there last night, and just wanted to see if you’d remember to fetch them to our room. But what’s up, Andy?”
“You seem to be, just now, old fellow; which I take it is a good sign you’re feeling a whole lot better. Glad to know it, and that’s straight. But about the glasses—why, there’s a lone horseman coming along at a slow lope, as if he didn’t care to hurry one little bit; and I’m wondering who it can be.”
“Perhaps some neighboring rancher coming to ask a lot more fool questions about the cost of biplanes, and whether any puncher who has broken bronchos all his life could learn to herd cattle with one of these up-to-date fliers;” and Frank, getting up from the cot, started to stretch, as though he might indeed be feeling more like himself again, the dizzy feeling gone.
Andy chuckled at what his cousin said; then, being really curious to learn the identity of the approaching horseman, he hurried out of the room.