"Then don't, but tell us what it is," cried Tim, while Tom, highly excited, cracked his quirt so sharply that every broncho immediately began to prance about.
"Well," howled Jack, when the animals had quieted down, "for the last time, Somers—"
"Why—that is Mr. Lovell, Wanatoma, and the Great Dane," was Bob Somers' astonishing answer.
CHAPTER XXIII
GOLD!
"Unk and Wanna!" cried Tim, incredulously. "Get out, Bob; you can't stuff me!"
"Or me, either!"
"A mighty poor joke!"
"Didn't think that o' you, Somers!"