Sit down, and get your pannikin ready for some of this bacon
and meat. How does that coffee look?"
"Say, it's got the color, all right, and if it only tastes half as fine
as it looks you'll hear no kick coming from me," replied Bob, as he
poured his tin cup full of the liquid.
As the boys ate they chatted on various topics, most of which talk had
of course some connection with the big cattle ranch they had so
recently left.
"I'd give a heap to know if Peg Grant meant business when he said we
were riding to a fall if we thought we were the only pebbles on the
beach," Bob remarked.
"Oh!" replied Frank, "I reckon he's going to make a try to solve that
Thunder Mountain puzzle. But just think of a tenderfoot like Peg let
loose on that fierce slope up yonder; will you?"
"Perhaps he's here already," suggested Bob.
"Wouldn't be one bit surprised," Frank continued, readily enough, as
though he considered that a foregone conclusion anyway. "He and his
cronies had time enough, unless Peg changed his mind. He might be
wondering what happened to you, and thinking how the X-bar-X ranch
would be safer, in case some of our boys chased after him to give him
the tar and feathers he deserves for playing such a mean trick."
"But supposing they did come," said Bob; "Peg and Spanish Joe, and that
other treacherous cowboy you told me about; we're pretty apt to meet up
with them if we go prowling around here for the next few days.
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