“Why, it will be just dandy to bunk in this old place for a week or two,” cried Dick. “When shall you want us, Mr. Ogden?”
“In a very few days. We certainly are heartily obliged to you.”
“Greatly in your debt, I’m sure,” said Rob.
“And we’ll try to repay it,” added Ferd.
As they waited outside for Jed Warren to appear, Willie Sloan began to express his views on the subject.
“The idea of you fellows taking up a thing like that!” he roared, in great disgust. “Isn’t Circle T bad enough? And stay in this old farmhouse for a week?—No, sir; not for me.”
“He calls it a farmhouse!” scoffed Tom.
“And, besides, Cran Beaumont, you’ve got to get to work—have to. Do you hear me warble?”
“See here, Willie”—Cranny spoke in soothing tones—“it’ll be no end o’ fun. I’ll teach you how to ride a bronc’.”
“Ride a bronc’?” exclaimed Willie.