"I'll tell you what I believe," answered Jack. "One of them was something of a hypnotist. He tried his game on me when I was at the cave." "It may be that you are right, my son. It is true that I was afraid of them--and just why I cannot tell," returned Mr. Ranger. "But that is a thing of the past now," he added, with satisfaction. "And now for home!" cried Nat, the next day. "Won't we have lots to tell when we get there!" "I'll be glad to see Washington Hall again," said John. "Yes, indeed!" answered Jack. "But I'm going home to Denton first, and you must come along, John." "Very well, I will," said the semi-Indian youth. Twelve hours later the happy party was on its way to the nearest railroad station. And here, bound for home, we will leave them. End of Project Gutenberg's Jack Ranger's Western Trip, by Clarence Young