“Oh! They have horses, eh?”

“Yes.”

“Getting in front of us?”

“Looks like it.”

“There’s no way they can ride down and stop us, is there?”

“I don’t think so,” answered Chick.

“There is no way, sir,” suddenly interposed Phillips. “Begging your pardon, your highness.”

“Gee! What is there to beg his pardon about, Phillips? You told him the truth, I reckon?”

“Yes. Of course,” replied Phillips.

“Well, the only time to beg his pardon would be when you lied to him, that’s all,” jerked out Patsy.