“Ha, ha!” laughed Cranny. “That clears you, all right.” He winked at Bob. “Honestly, now, didn’t we have a bully time?”
“Not enough to let you bully me into ever going back,” growled Willie, shaking a cloud of dust from his shoulders.
“Listen to the Insurrecto!” snickered Tom.
“There’ll be a revolution around here soon, Mr. Clifton, that’s sure.”
Willie stepped up on the porch and flung himself down on a stool.
“Say, Cran, that workshop wasn’t half bad, though,” he added, brightening up.
“Best I ever saw,” answered the big lad, enthusiastically.
“I guess it is the only one you ever saw.”
At the table, Bob Somers explained to Mr. Follett their intention of making a stay at Lone Pine.
“Well, Bob, I should be sorry to lose you,” said the ranchman. “Still, if it will be of benefit to the Ogdens, I approve of your plan.”