Far down the trail a horseman was approaching. Behind him in the
distance followed a wagon. What did this mean?
"Well, whoever it is, we'll have the soup," said Ned.
This consumed, Ned and his friend started forward.
"If it's good luck we'll meet it sooner this way," said Ned, "if
it's bad we'll know the worst quicker."
But it was good luck. The rider soon galloped up and swung his wide
hat in the air. It was Curt Bradley, the mayor of Clarkeville.
CHAPTER XXXIV
THE RESCUE
They told Ned afterwards that he keeled over in the sand and fainted
dead away, but he always insisted that he didn't faint, that he knew
everything that was going on. Yet he did not hear a word of the
long story told by Elmer. When he roused himself he was lying in
the shade of the big freight wagon and a couple of cowboys were
getting breakfast ready.
Then Mayor Bradley explained his presence in that mysterious way in
which bad news always travels friendly Indians had sent him word of
the attack on Buck's outfit and of the death of the veteran
plainsman.
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