right. We'll stand by you to the bottom of the deck if you'll just
forget all about that little hold-up over in the other valley."

"That was funny, wasn't it?" Will said with a grin.

"I can't see anything funny in it!" said the Sheriff.

"Those train robbers looked pretty good to us just then," Will
commented. "They came just in time!"

"You wouldn't have been harmed," said the sheriff, with a smile. "I was
only putting in a little third degree work."

"All right," Will said, "you help us if it comes handy for you to do so,
and we won't say a word about the hold-up."

The two sheriffs and their deputies discussed the situation thoroughly,
and finally decided that the two train robbers were making for the Bad
Lands in Big Horn county.

"If Tommy'd only come back now with that bear steak," Will suggested, "I
could get all you boys a dinner that would put an inch of fat on your
ribs! Seems to me it's pretty near time for him to be back."

"Suppose I go and hurry him up?" asked George.

"Go to it!" Will replied, "and I'll get out a lot of spuds and make a
gallon of coffee, and we'll have a Sunday School picnic right here in
the long grass! You've got to feed before you go away!"

"Everything looks mighty friendly here just now," Sandy answered, "but
look up on top of the ridge, and see if you can tell what George is
trying to say to us. That's Boy Scout wig-wag, all right!"

"Yes," replied Will, springing to his feet excitedly. "That's the Myer
code, sure as you live, and he's got a big white pine bough he's using
as a flag. Can you see what he is saying?"

"Sure!" replied Sandy, "He says he wants--now what do you think of that?
He's stopped!"

As they looked the boy dropped to the ground

CHAPTER XIII

TOMMY GOES AFTER BEAR STEAK

Tommy started up the slope whistling gaily. At the summit he turned to
look back at the camp. The cowboys were at that time standing some
distance away and Seth was advancing toward the fire.

"That Seth is a good Indian!" declared the boy, "He'll fix things up all
right, so there's no need of my going back. Gee!" he went on as he
looked up and down the pleasant valley, warm and sweet under the morning
sun. "It's a pretty good thing to be a Boy Scout! Here we find a man in
the mountains of Wyoming ready to fight for us just because we are Boy
Scouts. I should think every boy in the world would want to join!"

The lad stood for a moment watching the figures at the