“You better look out for yourself, Mr. Man. I know how to take care of myself. I’m no tenderfoot.”
The trooper was snoring, and Stacy sat eyeing the fellow disgustedly.
“I wouldn’t be such a sleepyhead for anything. He went to sleep while I was talking to him. I wish someone would talk me to sleep every night,” muttered the fat boy drowsily, then began to snore. Stacy had talked himself to sleep.
Tom Gray and Lieutenant Wingate thought they knew why the troopers were remaining in the camp. Grace and Elfreda, in a whispered conversation, talked the matter over and came to what proved to be the right conclusion. The Park guards had shown themselves to be good fellows, and thawed out considerably before the smiles of the girls. Badger was the sour one of the party. He did not like the turn affairs had taken.
All hands had a good sleep for the rest of the night, and when the Overland Riders awakened they found the two troopers up and brushing up their own equipment. They ate breakfast with their hosts and then sat about until after eight o’clock, but as soon as the breakfast had been cleared away Trooper White rose.
“You will all get your horses and come with me,” he announced sharply.
“Where to?” questioned Tom Gray.
“To the Superintendent of the reservation.”
“Yes, thank you. We wish to see him,” nodded Tom.
“I reckon he will want to see you, too,” grinned White.