“I’m glad to hear it,” Mr. Wilde said as he and Billy came into the room. “You’ve learned a pretty dear lesson, I guess.”
“Oh, we all make mistakes,” Westy defended him.
“I can’t see that you have, Westy. If you have they’ve been good ones,” Mr. Wilde reminded.
“We’re here now, aren’t we?” Rip said, hoping the matter would forthwith be a closed incident. “Westy got me back all right, so that’s all there is to it!”
“Yes, thanks to Westy,” his uncle said. “But I failed to see how you intended making we modern pikers sit up and take notice!”
Billy laughed. “Not from what I saw of him on Westy’s shoulder that day. He wasn’t even able to sit up and take notice himself!”
CHAPTER XXXVII—OLD SCOUT AND THE LEGEND
A week later Westy and Rip were back again in the cabin, looking none the worse for having gone through such an ordeal—thanks to the kindness of Mrs. Redmond and Lola.
It was Saturday; they were alone, the two older members being out on the trail making up for lost time, as they were due in Santa Fe the next week.
Lola had invited them for supper Sunday evening and they had planned to leave Monday morning.