“Hey, you fellows! Where are you? Wait for me, I’m on the way,” he bellowed. “I’ve got the medicine with me. Sing out where you are.”
The fat boy started to run along the side of the train. He could not see his companions, but he was positive that they could not be far in advance of him.
“W-a-i-t!” he shouted.
“Who’s that?” demanded Ford sharply.
“It sounds like Brown of our party,” laughed Hippy.
“For goodness sake, go back and stop his noise or we’ll have the robbers down on us,” urged Ford. “Run for it!”
Hippy started back at a brisk trot, on the alert for the presence of bandit sentries. He nearly collided with Stacy, and, knowing that the fat boy was impulsive, Hippy feared that Stacy might take him for a train robber and shoot, so he dropped down the instant he discovered his companion.
“Stop that noise! Do you want to get hurt?” demanded Hippy sternly.
“’Course I don’t. I want to hurt a robber. Where are they?”
“You will find out soon enough if you don’t keep quiet.”