“Well, the buffalo will still be there next year, but the scouts cannot lose a month of school this fall just to go and watch the animals in Wyoming,” said Mrs. Vernon.
“Of course, your word is law to us all, but it does seem a pity, as I said before, that being so near the geysers, we should not take advantage of it,” remarked Mr. Gilroy.
The scouts expressed in their faces that they thought on this matter exactly as Mr. Gilroy did, but the Captain said, “If you continue to preach your mutinous ideas to my girls, I’ll leave you out of my plans next summer when we take a trip.”
“Wough! That threat will keep me quiet for all time!” laughed Mr. Gilroy, clapping a hand over his mouth to show his instant obedience.
Every one laughed, but Tally now joined the circle and asked for orders for the next day’s ride. After talking over various trails and plans, they got up and prepared to retire for the night.
“Did any one hang up the saddles to-night?” asked Mr. Vernon, before he turned in to sleep.
“Tally, did you look after the leather?” asked Mr. Gilroy.
Tally turned to Omney, “Did him fix harness?”
“Me do it, all light,” returned Omney, then he shuffled out of the circle of light cast by the fire and they heard him fumbling with heavy saddles and other trappings.
The glorious break of day in the mountains awoke every one, and soon the breakfast was under way. While the guides cooked, Mr. Vernon went for the horses. Mr. Gilroy decided to save time by taking down the harness from the trees where it was usually hung.