"
Mayor Bradley smiled and old Buck slapped the reporter on the back.
"But how about the story you say you are going to write about us,"
asked Alan.
"There wouldn't have been any story if it hadn't been for Mr.
Napier," replied Bob. "And there isn't going to be one until he
tells me to write it. It's up to him."
Ned was looking out of the window at the curious loungers standing
in the street. He was thinking of the work yet to be done and of
all the difficulties that the discomfited marshal might put in his
way. It wasn't a "picnic proposition." He didn't fear for himself,
but the thought of his expensive and delicate outfit and of how
easily it might be irreparably injured was not reassuring.
"Russell," he said finally, "I think we need you. If you care to
stay with us we'll be glad to have you. It isn't because I don't
want to be bluffed by Jellup, but because you are game. If you'll
go with Buck and Elmer, I'll try to make it worth your while--some
time--and you shall be the historian of this expedition--when the
time comes to write its story.
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