"Chances are," Jimmy continued, in his reflective way, "that when this bad man of a Hy Adams, the worst case along the whole border, they say, gets on one of his tearin' fits, he just makes Rome howl. And say, I can just see that poor timid little thing cowering down like a scared puppy when it hears its master raging. But, then, mebbe Amos he hangs around to sort of protect his maw; though it don't seem as if a small chap like him could do much along that line." "If he does, he didn't think it right to do any boasting that I can remember," Ned replied, again studying the mistress of the dugout, but without much success. Mrs. Adams insisted on their resting a short while and taking a cup of coffee with her. Apparently, she had some means of her own, for there seemed to be plenty to do with in the place; and when the boys saw the bunks used for sleeping they pronounced them not at all bad. Indeed Jimmy promptly began yawning; and, if any one had invited him to test one of the bunks, the chances are he would have only too willingly complied. There was little said during the meal, at least by the mother of Amos. Perhaps, as Jimmy suggested in an aside to Ned, the weight of her troubles in being mated to a human hurricane like Hy Adams had taken all the life out of her, and hence she evinced but little interest in whatever happened. Amos, as if to cover up this lack of conversational gifts on the part of his mother, kept the boys busy telling some of their past adventures. And, finally, Ned advised that they had better be getting ready to pull out, as considerable territory remained to be covered before they could expect to reach the cattle ranch buildings. "You'll sure look us up before long, Amos?" he said to the lad, as they shook hands at parting. "I should say yes," added impulsive Jimmy; "because I'd hate to think I wasn't goin' to see you again." Amos looked serious. "I did promise you, didn't I?" he observed slowly, "and when I says a thing I nigh always keep my word; but I kinder reckon as how I mightn't be welcome over to the Double Cross Ranch." "You mean, because you have the hard luck to be connected with a bad man like Hy Adams?" Harry remarked. "But don't bother about a little thing like that. My two uncles are the kind of men who judge a fellow by what he's done himself, and not by his relations. Why, we had a bad egg in our family once, and seems to me he was hung or something of the kind. But that's no reason I ought to be, is it?" "Er, I don't know about that," muttered Jimmy, with a sparkle in his fun-loving blue eyes. The good-byes were said, and the scouts started again toward the southeast. Amos had given them full directions, so that there was no possibility of their going wrong. And as the day was far cooler than many they had experienced of late, all of them were feeling in fine spirits.