The boys rode home over the rolling plains, dotted with cattle. No longer need they look for lifeless forms. Death Valley, as such, was no longer in existence.
"And we'll make almost as much money out of stock raising as if we had a gold mine," said Nort.
"Surest thing you know!" agreed Bad.
They put their horses in the corral and went in to supper.
"Smells good—whatever Fah Moo is cooking!" commented Dick. "What is it, Fah?" he asked as the Chinese cook came shuffling in.
"Melican man tulky," was the smiling answer.
"American turkey, what does he mean?" asked Nort.
"Roast pork and apple sauce," chuckled Bud, and he was right.
"Here, Fah," said Dick, handing the cook the bottle of Elixer. "Tosh sent this to you."
The celestial gave one look at the flask, raised his hands to cover his mouth and ran from the room, squeaking in his falsetto voice: