“Can’t say I like the way his nag was found, though,” said Cole, shaking his head.
“Nor me, either,” admitted Farr.
“And Warren was certainly too good a rider to get thrown,” came from Stanford.
“I’m afraid Jed may have met with some serious accident,” said Sam Randall, thoughtfully. “I do wish to thunder all this hadn’t happened. We were going to have such dandy fun camping out.”
“I’ve got an idea that Jed’s all right,” insisted Tom, stoutly. “Say, fellows, what do you think? The sarge told me last night——”
From the tone of his voice one might have supposed that Tom and the sergeant had become the greatest of cronies.
“What?” asked Dick Travers.
“Jed’s a Canadian.”
“Get out!” cried Sam Randall.
“It’s a fact. Any of you chaps ever ask him where he came from?”