I've got to move
along. I'm going east an' see Wallace an' from there I've got to meet
Red an' ride home with him. But you come an' see us when you can--it's
_me_ that wants revenge this time."
"Huh; you'll be wanting it worse than ever if we do," smiled Dave.
"Say, Hoppy," advised Tom Lawrence, "better drop in an' hear the
sky-pilot's palaver before you go. It'll do you a whole lot of good, an'
it can't do you no harm, anyhow."
"You going?" asked Hopalong suspiciously.
"Can't--got too much work to do," quickly responded Tom, his brother Art
nodding happy confirmation.
"Huh; I reckoned so!" snorted Hopalong sarcastically, as he shook hands
all around. "You all know where to find us--drop in an' see us when you
get down our way," he invited.
"Sorry you can't stay longer, Cassidy," remarked Dave, as his friend
mounted. "But come up again soon--an' be shore to tell all the boys we
was asking for 'em," he called.
Considering the speed with which Hopalong started for Wallace's, he
might have been expecting a relay of "quarter" horses to keep it going,
but he pulled up short at the tent. Such inconsistency is trying to the
temper of the best-mannered horse, and this particular animal was not in
the least good-mannered, wherefore its rider was obliged to soothe its
resentment in his own peculiar way, listening meanwhile to the loud and
impassioned voice of the evangelist haranguing his small audience.
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