“Bill has evidently hung up the receiver,” remarked Bob; “he has said enough and cut us off sharp; we are probably being laughed at.”
“Well, isn’t that chap the queerest ever!” cried Tom. “Why, he must have a bit of courage, after all.”
“Plenty of it,” smiled Bob. “It’s a big relief to know the lad’s all right. Who would ever have thought he’d do a trick like that?”
“Not I, for one. Won’t Cranny and the others be surprised?”
“Well, rather. No, Tom; we won’t wake ’em up—the news will keep. Queer they didn’t hear that bell.”
The two, talking in low tones, climbed softly up-stairs and into their room. Then, wrapping themselves in their blankets, they were soon unconscious of either time or place.
In the morning, the news created a great sensation.
“Amazing!” was the word which followed a long-drawn-out whistle from Cranny.
Dick looked puzzled.
“I can hardly believe it,” he murmured. “Willie seemed so all-fired afraid of those longhorns.”