“And I’ll be jolly glad to see the pianist, too!” exclaimed Sam. “Yes, sir—we’re going right over to the Rangers’ quarters now.”
“And I’ll bet Tom will have a whole lot to tell us,” grinned Don.
The lads sprang into the saddle, and followed the ranchman, who was already cantering off.
The eight miles which lay between them and the Rangers’ hut was covered at a good rate of speed.
Policemen Cole and Cooper were quite surprised to see Colonel Sylvester swinging down upon their quarters and so expressed themselves.
“Too bad the Sarge isn’t here,” said Fred Cole. “What’s the latest news, Colonel?”
“That Jimmy Raymond will be here shortly,” answered the ranchman.
Both of the Rangers were greatly pleased at this piece of news.
“It’s a mighty good thing,” declared Cole. “That country across the river is surely no place for him.”
“No, indeed,” said the colonel. “And I owe Tom Clifton and the other lad a big debt of gratitude for getting him safely away.”