“Millions of them,” said Mr. Wilde. “But don’t be afraid, they don’t hang out at the hotels where you’ll be.”
“Is it true there are train robbers out this way?” Westy asked.
“Getting scared? Why, I thought boy scouts could handle train robbers.”
“We can’t even handle you,” Warde said.
CHAPTER II
MR. WILDE HOLDS FORTH
Indeed the three boys seemed on the point of giving Mr. Wilde up for a hopeless case.
“Why? Do you want to go hunting train robbers?” the exasperating stranger asked.
“Well,” said Westy, rather disgusted, “we wouldn’t be the first boy scouts to help the authorities. Some boy scouts in Philadelphia helped catch a highway robber.”
This seemed greatly to amuse Mr. Wilde. He screwed his cigar over from one corner of his mouth to the other and looked at the boys good-naturedly, but seriously.
“Well, I’ll tell you just how it is,” he said. “There are really two Yellowstone Parks. There’s the Yellowstone Park where you go, and there’s the Yellowstone Park where I go. There’s the tame Yellowstone Park and the wild Yellowstone Park.