“And now for some fun,” said Bill the next day.

With riding, hunting and fishing the chums passed many happy days.  At the trial of Megget and his pals in Tolopah Tom and Larry attracted even more attention than the raiders, but they bore it like sensible boys, making light of their experience at the crossing and never referring to it when they could avoid so doing.

Upon the completion of the trial, with long sentences for the cattle thieves, from which fate Mr. Wilder’s influence saved Lawrence, the brothers returned to the ranch.

Great favorites with all the cowboys, they learned many a trick of roping steers and riding, and they were never so happy as when, together with Bill and Horace, they were allowed to pass a few days herding.

Upon the return from one of these trips Mr. Wilder handed Larry a telegram.  Opening it, he read: 

  “We arrived in New York this morning. 
  Received fifty thousand dollars from Uncle
  Darwent.  We shall expect to meet you at
  the Hotel Boswell in Pittsburg Saturday. 
    Love.  Father.”

“It’s a good thing we came back to the ranch today,” exclaimed Horace.  “To-morrow is Thursday, and you’ll be obliged to start then to reach Pittsburg on Saturday.”

“Yes, I suppose it is,” assented Larry.  “Still we’ve had such a good time we hate to go home.”

“And leave the life in the saddle for life in Ohio,” added Tom.

THE END