"I'll take the Limited west to Gallup at noon," said Russell, "if I
can stop it and catch the eastbound train there to-night."
"Then ye'll flag it along the road," shouted Jellup, "fur ye'll get
out o' here on foot and in a hurry."
"On foot?" exclaimed Russell in surprise.
"That's what I said an' ye heerd me."
Russell looked in appeal at the two boys.
Ned was mad, and mad all over.
"You are so quick to have your own way," he said, "you can't blame
us."
"All right," was the cheery response, "it'll lend a bit of local
color to the story. Goodbye, boys. And good luck to you. I'll see
you when you come back."
"Remember," said Alan relenting a trifle, "we'll let you stay until
we leave if you'll promise to write nothing."
Bob laughed again.
"What good would that do me? No experience means anything to me
that I can't turn into copy. And as for walking--I'd walk from here
to Kansas City or crawl before I'd lie down on my shop like that."
"Come on, kid, get busy," exclaimed Jellup again. "An' when ye
start, don't bother about lingerin', because I'll be hangin' around
and I'm good with this at some distance.
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