That's what the feller tol' me, anyhow.
Waal, Mr. Jack, Angel Face an' me will go an' git dinner." And with a
slap on his horse's flank that caused her to spin about and dash away,
Gabby Pete was off.
Jack turned to his companions.
"First thing is to get to camp, I guess," he said. "Then after dinner
we can talk over what has to be done. What do you say?"
"I say let's eat," said Frank, plaintively.
"He's got the biggest appetite for his size I ever saw," said Bob,
affectionately, slapping his smaller chum on the back.
"I second Jack's motion," said Mr. Temple, seizing his bags and
leading the way to the car. The others also picked up their bags and
followed. "We know now that your father is safe, Jack," said Mr.
Temple. "So the news in that note wasn't so bad, after all."
"That's right," agreed Jack. "Well, climb in fellows, and let's get
started."
It was a tight squeeze. Jack sat in front with Remedios and one of the
bags. Mr. Temple and Bob, both big individuals, filled the rear with
the balance of the bags. Frank, who had gone to the front of the car
to crank it, found no room within for him when he returned. He leaped
to the running board.
"I'm light," he said. "I'll sit on the door.
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