Grant, Peg's
father, that wants to throw all the Southwestern ranches into a close
trust."
"But what I wanted to remark is this: you must have heard him give an
opinion about this thunder sound?" Bob persisted in saying.
"Oh! he thinks the same as several gentlemen did who came out here a
few years ago on some business. They declared that once, hundreds of
years ago, perhaps, old Thunder Mountain must have been a volcano; and
that it still grumbles now and then, as the fires away down in the
earth begin to kick up some of their old monkeyshines."
"Yes, I heard one man say that," laughed Bob. "He declared that
there's going to be the biggest rumpus some fine day, when the fires
inside get to going out of bounds. Then the whole cap of the mountain
will go flying into a million pieces; and good-bye to any unlucky
cow-puncher caught napping near this place."
"Well," remarked Frank, as he prepared to settle down again into his
snug blanket, "I reckon we're not going to be scared away by a little
thing like that growl. Unless we hit a snag, or Peg Grant and his
guides break up our game, a few days ought to see us heading back to
Circle Ranch with a story calculated to make the boys sit up and take
notice; or else----"
"Just pull up right there, Frank," interrupted his chum, with a laugh.
"There's nothing going to happen to knock us out. If that same Peg
comes around, making a nuisance of himself, why, he's due for a nice
little surprise, mark me.
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