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“By coming up to the ranch and exciting the cowboys’ suspicions. They made Jerry come with them to overtake you as you went home. If you had not flared up, probably they would have let you go on home, but as it was you gave them no choice but to hold you up. Then when you got away they feared you knew more than was healthy. As they fled they got in touch with the bandit chief and started the ball rolling a day earlier than had been planned. Jerry got wind of it from Miguel only late to-day. There was just a chance that he could ride to Fort Cummings in time to get Captain Wendell and his troop here. First, however, he sent that telegram to you, Mr. Whitney.” No. Lars was firm. Johnny must go to the library. “Mother dear, don’t you think that Bob will surely go to heaven when he dies?” Why! There he was back again. “Six minutes and eight seconds going,” he shouted, “and eight minutes and one second coming back!”.