then we'll go into camp
ourselves. Got everything, Blake?"

"Yes, every reel of film, and not one has been opened, by good luck.
Maybe they thought it was powerful 'medicine,' and didn't want to run
any chances."

"We don't care, as long as we have 'em back," remarked Joe, gleefully.
"And now for a good rest."

They turned back, and as they did so the Indians gave a last shout of
defiance and began to make camp for themselves. It was as if a lot of
schoolboys, playing truant, had been rounded up, and as a last
indication of defiance had given their class yell.

"Good riddance to you," remarked Hank. "I don't want to see you again
for a good many years."

Collecting the things the Indians had thrown away, our friends rode on
until dark, and then, out of sight of the roving redmen, they made a
simple camp. They stood guard by turns, but there was no night alarm.
The next day they reached the place where they had picketed the pack
animals. Nothing had been disturbed.

"And now for Big B ranch!" exclaimed Blake, when once more the little
cavalcade was under way.

"And glad enough I'll be to see it!" said Hank; "though I sure will miss
you fellows."

"The same here," echoed Joe, and Blake nodded in accord.

They traveled on for another day, finding good water and plenty of
grazing for the steeds. Their provisions ran a bit low, for the Indians
had helped themselves liberally, but they managed to shoot some small
game.

And, on the second day after parting from the Indians, they topped a
rise, from the height of which Hank cried:

"There she is, boys!"

"What?" asked Blake.

"Big B ranch! We're back in civilization again!"

CHAPTER V

A NEW KIND OF DRAMA

"And so you really got what you went for; eh, boys?" asked Mr. Alden,
proprietor of Big B ranch, as the trio rode in. "Well, you had luck."

"Both kinds--good and bad," remarked Hank, as he told how, after getting
the rare films, they had nearly been lost again.

"And you rescued your enemies, too? What became of Munson?"

"Oh, he and his crowd went off by themselves," explained Blake. "They
felt badly about us beating them."

"I've got a surprise for you, Joe," went on the proprietor.

"What sort?" asked the lad, eagerly; "is my father----?"

"No, not that; but Sam Reed is back here again, and he can tell you what
you want to know. He came the day after you left."

"But I did better than that!" exclaimed Joe. "I met my uncle, and I'm