"Tenderfeet, your grandmother," he said. "It looked to
me as if the effete Easterners put on the thriller for the bandits."
Relieved at the safe outcome of their adventure, everybody joined in
the laugh, and for several minutes the high good humor manifested
itself in jokes bandied back and forth. Then a 'dobe ranch house
loomed ahead, low-lying, of four or five rooms, a wide, dirt-floored
porch along its length, upon which the rooms gave through separate
doors. At the rear were a clump of shadowy outbuildings and a corral.
To one side and some distance away stood a low frame building and a
high, latticed tower with antennae, which the chums recognized with a
shout of delight.
"There's the radiophone station, hey, Jack?"
Frank drew the car to the porch, and Gabby Pete, at the sound of its
approach, opened the door of the kitchen and emerged, big spoon in
hand, the lamplight streaming from the room behind him, and savory
odors floating out to the hungry boys.
"Come an' git it," he called sonorously.
"What does he mean Jack?" asked Bob.
"I hope he means dinner," said Frank, sniffing hungrily.
"He does," laughed Jack. "That's the way camp cooks announce food is
ready in the cow camps, as I understand it.
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