“And all the people! Where in the world can they have come from?”
“There's the Inspector, anyway,” said Cameron. “He is at the bottom of this, I'll bet you.”
“And Mr. Cochrane! And that young Englishman, Mr. Newsome!”
“And old Thatcher!”
“And Mrs. Cochrane, and Mr. Dent, and, oh, there's my friend Smith! You remember he helped me put out the fire.”
Soon they were at the gate of the corral where a group of men and women stood awaiting them. Inspector Dickson was first:
“Hello, Cameron! Got back, eh? Welcome home, Mrs. Cameron,” he said as he helped her to alight.
Smith stood at the bronchos' heads.
“Now, Inspector,” said Cameron, holding him by hand and collar, “now what does this business mean?”
“Mean?” cried the Inspector with a laugh. “Means just what you see. But won't you introduce us all?”