“I wish they hadn’t done it,” said Chet. “They’re going to ride him over the mountain.”
“Sure they are! And they are going to warn him not to come back,” said Dig. “Serves him just right, I tell you.”
“But suppose he does something to get square?” breathed Chet, much excited as well as anxious.
“Pooh! what could he do?” returned Dig. “He may as well go out and hunt for that big buffalo he was telling us about. I don’t believe Tony Traddles would know a buffalo if he met one in his soup.”
“What a ridiculous thing, Dig,” said Chet. “And you needn’t scorn the fact of the existence of the buffaloes. Rafe told us about them, too. And maybe we’ll get a shot at them.”
“How?” demanded Digby, fired by the thought.
But at that instant something happened to the miner who was being ridden on a rail, which attracted their attention again.
“Hi! see that somersault!” cried Dig.
“Oh, dear me!” Chet exclaimed. “That was enough to break his neck.”
“And serve him just right!” quoth the savage Dig.