CHAPTER XX.
THE MOVING OF THE BOOMERS.
"Pawnee Brown at last!"
The words came from one of the boomers, a fat but spry old chap named Dunbar.
"Yes, Dunbar," answered the great scout. "Were you getting anxious about me?"
"Well, just a trifle, Pawnee."
"The camp must move at once. Send the word around immediately, Dunbar."
"Whar do we move to?"
"To Honnewell. As soon as all hands are at Honnewell I'll send out further orders."
In less than half an hour the immense wagon train organized by the boomers located in Kansas was on the way.
At the front rode Pawnee Brown, Clemmer and several others who were personal friends of the scout.
It was a grand sight, this moving. To this day some of the boomers say it was the grandest sight they ever beheld.
Every heart was full of hope. Past trials and hard-
