bushes, dismounted and threw themselves on the ground.
"They are going into camp, sure enough," announced Dick after a careful inspection. "Now, the question arises: what is best to do next?"
"I know what ought to be done," answered his brother, "but I am too tired to do it."
"Go for help?" asked Songbird.
"Exactly. But I could no more ride back to town than I could fly."
"Dot is vot's der madder mit me," put in Hans. "I could schleep standing ub, ain't it!"
"Well, I'll go for help, then," said Dick. "But I must have one of the horses."
"Take the best of them, Dick."
The eldest Rover inspected the animals, and finally chose one that looked fairly fresh.
"Now, mind, don't get into more trouble while I am gone," he said. "If they move on, simply keep them in sight."
A few minutes later, Dick took his departure, moving straight for the town they had seen earlier in the night. He knew nothing of the trails, but trusted to luck not to go astray.
"I've got to make that town," he told himself. "And do it without wasting time, too."
Soon he found himself utterly alone on the plains, and, urging his horse forward at the steed's
