"Well, boys," said Mr. Temple finally, "if we all were back in New
York under normal conditions I should consider this just about the
craziest notion ever, and never would consent to your carrying it out.
But out here, amid these changed surroundings, it seems the natural
thing to do. For the life of me I can't bring myself to feel any
alarm."
"That's right, Dad," said Bob. "Don't you worry. We'll be all right."
It was now late afternoon. Tom Bodine was to escort the boys to the
border as soon as darkness fell, making a big swing around Ransome,
so as to avoid notice, and set them on their way. They would travel by
horseback, all three having ridden since childhood. There were a
number of good mounts in the corral from which to select.
The boys planned to ride the major portion of the night until they
should reach a cave in the first of the Mexican foothills, where they
would spend the next day in hiding. Tom Bodine knew the cave of old
and was able to give the boys the location of certain landmarks which
would make it easy for them to find it. The following night they would
continue their journey, and this should bring them to the Calomares
ranch on the morning of the second day.
"Time to get ready," said Mr.
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