But ye must let me rub somethin' on thet
wound right away, Bob."
"Don't bother," sang out Frank, cheerfully; "because we happened to
have with us that ointment you gave me, and I used it a while ago.
I'll put on more to-night when we get the saddles off, and once again
in the morning."
"Then ye mean to go into camp soon?" inquired Hank.
"See that timber over yonder, where a stream runs? We'll settle down
for the night there. Better hold over with us, Hank, unless you're in
a terrible hurry to get back home," Frank observed.
"I'd like to fust rate, Frank; and p'raps thar aint no sech great need
o' gittin' back to the ranch to-night. Yes, I'll hang over. P'raps I
kin coax ye to give up that crazy ijee 'bout Thunder Mounting."
And when they had settled down under the trees, with the westering sun
sinking toward the horizon where, in the far distance, Frank pointed
out to his chum the towering peak toward which they were bound, old
Hank did try to influence his employer's son into giving up his
intended trip.
It was useless, however. Frank had made up his mind, and obstacles
only served to cause him to shut his teeth more firmly together and
stick to his resolution. And so they spent the night very comfortably,
under the twinkling stars.
"Tell dad not to worry about us at all, Hank," Frank said to the
veteran, on the following morning, as they were bidding him good-bye.
"We'll turn up all right in the course of a few days.
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