"
"Well, how about it?" asked Bob, with a shade of annoyance on his face.
"What do you say?" asked Frank, in turn.
"Go, by all means," came the quick response. "You don't think so mean
of me as to believe I'd be frightened off by the bare chance of running
across that fellow's trail out there; do you, Frank?"
"All right, call it a bargain, then. I'm with you through thick and
thin, Bob. Let Peg have a care how he meddles with us. We're going to
pay attention to our own business, and he'd better do the same. But
what became of the little Mex? I thought I'd seen her face before,
somewhere, but she skipped out before I could take a second look. Some
cowboy, or cattle rustler's child from beyond the Rio Grande, I reckon.
Well, come along, let's get in the saddle again, and finish our
shopping. Then we'll go out to the country along the river, and put in
a day waiting for Peg to have his chance at finding out what makes
Thunder Mountain groan and shake just so often, and scare the Injuns
out of their seven senses."
As the two chums swung themselves into their saddles, and cantered
away, a head was thrust cautiously out from behind a pile of boxes near
by; and then, finding the coast clear, the small girl who had been the
cause of all the trouble darted across the courtyard, vanishing beyond
the gate.
Frank and Bob went about making their purchases, first fastening their
horses to a rail in front of the general store, where everything they
needed could be bought.
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