"Reade and Hazelton showed the real sand!"
"I never thought tenderfeet could be as brave," glowed Moore.
"Jeff, I reckon Reade and Hazelton aren't real tenderfeet any more.
They've been west some time. But, then, such fellows wouldn't be
tenderfeet even if they lived in New Jersey all the time. Courage
belongs in some fellows, no matter where they work."
"The fighting seems to be over," observed Jeff Moore.
"Then the friends of the two engineers must have found them," suggested
Bodson.
"It doesn't sound like it over there. The newcomers seem to be doing a
lot of hunting in the gully."
"Let's move in closer," proposed Rafe.
Crawling on their stomachs, the pair moved in closer. As they arrived,
unseen, they were in time to see the late fighting men clamber into
their automobiles. Hawkins could be heard giving directions for the
further search for Reade and Hazelton.
Then the cars started away.
"What do you reckon?" demanded Jeff, looking at Bodson.
"I reckon some of Duff's crowd slipped out of the fight, got the two
youngsters, and slipped away with them," Bodson answered.
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