“Shore. Didn’t you know it? Somebody wired to yore dad at San Rego, tellin’ him that there was a holdup.”
Soup Lannigan sat up, staring blankly. Some one had wired about the holdup? His little eyes batted violently.
“Get up,” ordered Slim.
Soup got up, his arms pinned to his sides.
“Vamoose toward the train, hombre.”
Soup knew better than to argue. It was quite a way back to the train, but Soup led the way, his head hanging with weariness, while behind him came Slim and Sadie, riding close together. Over the brow of the hill they came—and stopped.
There was no train!
“It has went!” exclaimed Slim. “Whatcha know about that?”
From a mile or so away came the whistle of the freight, as it clattered its way on to Mesquite City.
“They didn’t wait for us,” complained Slim.