you'll do your best. But get back before dark."

The red man was off with a bound, and releasing one of the ponies
leaped into the saddle, plunging over the rough, rocky trail at a pace
that threatened destruction to pony and rider.

"They'll break their necks. But he certainly is making time," grinned
Walter.

"Hope he doesn't break any necks until he returns with a rope. I
don't care how soon after that he--"

"That's not a kind thing to say, even of an Indian," corrected the
Professor.

"Then I won't say it. I'll just think it," laughed Ned.

"We have sent for a rope, Tad," called Walter. "You must have
patience, for it may be several hours before he gets back."

"Whom did you send?"

"The noble red man," interjected Ned, with a laugh.

"Then, it is more likely to be a week before he returns," sighed the
lad.

They could almost hear Tad groan. However, there was nothing they
could do, and after talking back and forth for a time, the boys
settled down to rest, rather worn out from the excitement of the last