And he was correspondingly elated.
Jack and his father were close pals. And he knew that Bob and his
father were the same. He threw an arm over the shoulder of his chum.
"Your father will certainly be relieved," he said. "I imagine he has
been sitting up there at the radio station on our ranch in New Mexico
for hours, waiting to hear from you. I can just see him in there,
walking up and down impatiently, with that bow-legged old cowboy, Dave
Morningstar, tilted back in a chair, with his hat down over; his
eyes, smoking and never making a move."
"Won't he be delighted," said Bob. "Just won't he."
"And Frank, too," said Jack, thinking of the third chum, left behind
at the cave.
"Good old Frank," said Bob, warmly. "We've got to tell him as soon as
I've notified father."
"He certainly put up some fight, I'll bet," said Jack, thinking of the
hurried radio reaching them from the cave as they neared the Calomares
ranch in their airplane hours before. "And maybe he was hurt in that
fight with Morales. He said he licked the Mexican, but that was all we
heard. You remember? His voice was broken off after that."
"That's right," said Bob. "I hope nothing serious happened to him.
What a shame it would be if he was hurt, while here we came through
practically without a scratch.
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