On horseback, then,
they were to cover the route that on their arrival they had done on a
buckboard.
Mr. Mabie, Reddy and Billy accompanied them, the stockman and Billy to
bring back the mounts after the train had borne their young friends
away. Reddy, of course, expected to accompany the boys East, to at least
visit his family. He could not promise to remain at home, for the magic
of the magnificent country of the Northwest called loudly to him; but he
was taking home his savings, and meant to make his parents happy.
"I'll never forget all the good times you've given us, Mr. Mabie," said
Frank, as he squeezed the hand of their good friend when the whistle of
the approaching train was heard as it came booming out of the cut, a
mile away.
"My dear boy, on my part I can never thank you and your jolly chums half
enough for the delightful time you've given me. It will seem dreary here
after you're gone. I haven't been so happy for years," was the reply of
the stockman, as he beamed upon the cluster of bright faces around him.
"But you know you promised to make us a visit when we're home from
college next Christmas.
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