Frank thought that if Bluff had his way his mates would at least never
have a chance to forget about his great loss, for he was apt to remind
them of it every little while.

Will now came bustling in, anxious to ascertain if his little developing
outfit came through safely, together with his packages of hypo and other
necessities.

It was decided to put in that day around the ranch seeing how Mr. Mabie
ran his business. Then on the following morning a party of them
intended to set out for a camp in the mountains, where game would
likely be found.

"We'll occupy three camps I have in view. From the first we can go to
the second by taking several bullboats that will be waiting for us, and
shooting the rapids in the river. That would be an experience you boys
might enjoy," remarked the stockman as they rode around the valley to
get a comprehensive grasp upon the way in which this enterprising
settler carried on a big cattle ranch.

Reddy seemed to have been picked out by the owner to keep with them.
Frank was glad of this, for somehow he had come to entertain a fancy for
the smiling young cowboy.

"Rapids, did you say?" exclaimed Jerry, his face lighting up with
rapture. "Why, that would tickle us from the ground up. I've always
wanted to run through some little Niagara. Frank, here, has done it up
in Maine, so he tells us. I hope what you have will beat his experience
all hollow."