We described how the major acted and what Fitz had found out by feeling, and what we had done. "Sounds suspicious," said the doctor, shortly. "You did the right thing, anyway. Do you want to go back with me? I'll start right over. Expect you're pretty tired." "We'll go," we both exclaimed. We should say so! We wanted to be there, on the spot. "I'll just get my case, and saddle-up." And he disappeared. He was a young doctor, smooth-faced; I guess he hadn't been out of college very long; but he was prompt and ready. He came down in a moment with a lantern, and put his case on the porch. He handed us a paper of stuff. "There's some lump sugar," he said. "Eat it. I always carry some about with me, on long rides. It's fine for keeping up the strength." He swung the lantern to get a look at us, then he went back toward the stables, and saddled his horse. He was in the store a moment, too. "I've got some cheese," he announced, when he came out again. "Cheese and sugar don't sound good as a mixture, but they'll see us through. We must keep our nerve, you know. All aboard?" "All aboard," we answered. That was another long ride, back; but it did not seem so long as the ride in, because we knew that we were on the right trail. The doctor talked and asked us all about our trip as Scouts, and told experiences that he had had on trips, himself; and we tried to meet him at least halfway. But all the time I was wondering about the major, and whether we would reach him in time, and whether he would get well, and what was happening now, there. But there was no use in saying this, or in asking the doctor a lot of questions. He would know and he would do his best, and so would we all. Just at daylight we again entered the ranch yard. Fitz waved his one arm from the ranch door. He came to meet us. His eyes were sticky and swollen and his face pale and set, but he smiled just the same. "Here's the doctor," we reported. "How is he?" "Not so bad, as long as we keep the cold compress on. He's slept." "Good," said the doctor. "We'll fix him up now, all right." He swung off, with his case, and Fitz took him right in. Van and I sort of tumbled off, and stumbled along after. Those forty miles at trot and fast walk had put a crimp in our legs. But I tell you, we were thankful that we had done it! And here was our second Sunday. CHAPTER XXI THE LAST DASH That young doctor was fine. He took things right into his own hands, and Major Henry said all right. The major was weak but game. He was gamer than any of us. Fitz and Red Fox Scout Ward had slept some by turns, and the two women were ready to help, too; but the doctor gave Red Fox Scout Van Sant and me the choice of going to sleep or going fishing.