"Yes, and think what we found out," Frank pursued. "First of all the
mystery of Thunder Mountain is known, and from this time on those
roaring sounds will never again be heard."
"And the Indians will be wondering why the Great Spirit is angry with
his red children, so that he refuses to speak to them," Bob continued.
"And then there is that little affair about Lopez," Frank remarked,
smiling at the recollection. "We have learned who Lopez is, and what
his grandfather, Lemuel Smith, was doing in that cave. Think of Peg
and his two guides getting out of the region without finding out a
thing!"
"Say won't they be just as mad as hops, though, when they learn about
what we saw and heard," chuckled Bob. "It's been a great time, all
right. And Frank, we'll never again have anything like the fun we had
in that old _barranca_. It makes my blood just jump through my veins
to think of it."
"You're right," said Frank, "I don't believe we ever will!"
But like many other persons who cannot look ahead even one hour, and
know what the future holds for them, both the saddle boys were very
much mistaken. There were plenty of stirring adventures awaiting them
ere many weeks had passed, some of which will be related in the next
volume of this series, called "The Saddle Boys in the Grand Canyon; Or,
The Hermit of the Cave." And those of our boy friends who have found
more or less interest in the present story of life in the far
Southwest, will doubtless be glad to read more of the doings of Frank
Haywood and his brave Kentucky chum, Bob Archer.
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