adventures, will be found set forth in the next volume of this
series, under the title of, "The Saddle Boys on the Plains; Or, After a
Treasure of Gold."

Old Hank and Chesty accompanied Professor Oswald by way of the railroad
to a point nearest the ranch, where a vehicle would be awaiting them. He
had been greatly interested in hearing how one of the bottles that he
had thrown into the swift current of the Colorado had been eventually
picked up in far distant Mohave City; and thus his note came into the
hands of his relatives.

Of course Frank and his chum enjoyed the return gallop even more than
when on the way to the Grand Canyon. They no longer had anything
weighing on their minds, since the plans of Eugene Warringford had been
broken up. And besides, the recollection of the astounding wonders they
had gazed upon in that great canyon were bound to haunt them forever.

The little professor was waiting to see them at the ranch, before
starting East to join his daughter, and get his wonderful book under
way.

"I owe you boys more than I can tell," he declared, when he was saying
good-bye; "and you needn't be at all surprised if a nice little bunch of
gold mine stock comes this way for each of you, just as soon as my deal
goes through, which will be in one more week."

He was as good as his word, and when the mine came under his authority
he did send both Frank and Bob some stock, on which they could collect
dividends four times a year.

Frank looked in vain for the coming of the old Moqui. Charley Moi did
indeed turn up a little later, anxious to again meet the boys whom he
had served in the Grand Canyon. But Havasupai came not to Circle Ranch;
and remembering how he had apparently been fleeing from the wrath of his
people at the time they first met him, Frank and Bob could not but
wonder whether the old warrior had gone back to his native village only
to meet his fate at the hands of his people, according to Moqui law.

Here we may leave our two young friends, the saddle boys, for a short
time, enjoying a well earned rest. But the lure of the great outdoors
was so strongly rooted in their natures that it may be readily
understood they could not remain inactive long; but would soon be
galloping over the wide reaches, following the cowboys as they rounded
up the herds, branded mavericks and young cattle, and picked out those
intended for shipment to the great marts at Kansas City.

But while new scenes would li