"What day shall we set?" inquired Stover.
Wally rapidly calculated the date of Culver's arrival, and said: "A week from Saturday." Covington would soon be en route, and was due to arrive a few days thereafter.
"We'd like to make it to-morrow," ventured Willie.
"Oh, but I must have a chance to get in trim," said the college man.
"One week from Saturday goes," announced Stover, "and we thank you again." Turning to Carara, he directed: "Rope your buckskin, and hike for the Centipede. Tell 'em to unlimber their coin. I'll draw a month's wages in advance for every son-of-a-gun on the Flying Heart, and we'll arrange details to-night."
"Si," agreed Carara. "I go."
"And don't waste no time neither," directed Willie. "You tear like a jack-rabbit ahead of a hot wind."
Carara tossed his cigarette aside, and the sound of his spurs was lost around the corner of the house.
"This makes a boy of me," the last speaker continued. "I can hear the plaintiff notes of Madam-o-sella Melby once again."