The five riders flashed over the ground almost on a line. Kid's mount was running easily, head well up. Dick pulled a little ahead. Nort just touched his pony with the spurs, and in a moment he was even with Dick. There was a sudden rush behind them--and Old Billee Dobb, hat fanning his pony's withers, hair streaming in the wind, streaked to the front! "Look at the old boy go!" "Stay at it, Billee--stay at it!" "Two bits he wins!" And win he did. He reached the bush a full length ahead of the others, who were laughing so hard they could hardly stay on their horses. The spectacle of the gaunt, elderly man sitting straight up in the saddle, teeth clenched and bowed legs wrapped around his pony, was too much for them. They leaned on their pommels weakly and roared with laughter. "Attaboy, Billee!" "Golly--did you see the old boy streak it out!" "Oh, cracky! hold me up, somebody, or I'll fall off!" "Now--who's gettin'--old!" panted Billee. "Beat me, hey? Not in--a million years!" "What do you say, boys--we give Billee a salute!" Four guns flashed out of the holsters and were raised aloft. "Bang!" They roared as one. "Sure sounds like a celebration," chuckled Nort as he blew the few remaining grains of burnt powder from his smoking barrel, and replaced the gun. "Billee, accept my congratulations!" "Granted, youngster--if that's what I'm supposed to say," Billee retorted, his eyes twinkling. "And just remember--a man's not old out here until he can't ride no more." "You look as though you might be good for several hundred years yet, if that's the case," laughed Dick. "Anyway, you sure showed me a few things. Say, that race made me pretty thirsty. Is there a water hole near here, Kid, or shall I use my canteen?" "Save it--I think I can find water for you. Guess the ponies could use a little too. Let's see now--'pears to me there should be a water hole right over here to the left. You boys stay here while I go look. Be back in a jiffy." Leaving the four on the trail, Yellin' Kid rode swiftly away to the left. Water holes are few and far between in that section, and a cowboy who rides a country a great deal knows the location of every single one. Often that knowledge means the saving of a human life. The Kid had been gone ten minutes when Bud said: "Thought Yellin' Kid said he'd be right back? I guess he's all right though. He knows the country about here pretty well, doesn't he, Billee?" "Like the palm of his hand, Bud--like the palm of his hand! But maybe his pony broke his leg in a prairie dog hole--seein' as how it's a new pony, he might do that. Tell you--I'll just have a look. You fellows wait here for me." The three boys watched Billee ride off in the direction the Kid had taken. It was a deserted, lonesome place. Fifteen minutes later Billee rode back--alone. "The Kid show up yet?" he asked as he pulled up. "No--couldn't you find him?" Dick asked, a look of anxiety on his face.