"Where are your guns?" demanded George, first crack, much as if he had expected to see them heavily armed on this peaceful trail down to Manhattan. "Got a shot-gun in the cart," answered Terry. "How'll you fight Injuns, then? Where are your mining tools--picks and spades and things?" "Get 'em later." "Coming, Virgie?" hailed Harry. Her finger in her mouth, Virgie shook her head in its pink sunbonnet. "I can't. My mother needs me." "All right. Sorry. We need a cook. Duke! What are you stopping for? Gwan! Hump along, Jenny!" And to creak of top and jangle of fry-pan and tin plates and cups, and water bucket clashing with tar pot, the Pike's Peak Limited pressed on. "We'll see you later, though," promised George, gazing after wistfully. "Good-bye." "Good-bye, George." All down the valley people called and waved good-bye, for the word that the "Richards boys" were going to Pike's Peak had traveled ahead. And many a joke was leveled at Duke and Jenny and the two-wheeled cart bearing its Pike's Peak sign. But who cared? Everybody seemed bent upon following as soon as possible; and as Harry remarked: "We're doing instead of talking!" Manhattan town was a day and a half, at walking gait. "No ranch house for us tonight," quoth Harry. "We'll start right in making our own camp. And we'll have to start in with a system, too. First we'll noon, for an hour, to rest the animals--not to mention ourselves. My feet are about one hundred and ten degrees hot, already. And we'll make camp every evening at six o'clock. If we don't travel by system we'll wear out. There's nothing like regularity." So they nooned beside a creek; had lunch and let Duke and Jenny drink and graze. That evening, promptly, they camped, near water. Harry had elected to do the cooking and dish-washing, Terry was to forage for fuel and tend to the animals. Jenny was staked out for fear that she would take the notion to amble back to the ranch. Duke, who appeared to think much more of her than she did of him, could be depended upon to stay wherever she stayed. Harry boiled coffee, and fried bacon, and there was the batch of bread that Mother Richards had baked for the first stages of the journey. When everything had been tidied up and the camp was ship-shape, in the dusk they "bedded down," each to his coverings. Whew, but it felt good to shed those hot boots! They also removed their trousers, and used them and their coats for pillows. Harry sighed with luxury. "First camp--twelve miles from home," he said. "Wonder how many camps we'll make before we get there," proposed Terry. "Some forty, I reckon," murmured Harry. "Six hundred miles at an average of fifteen miles a day--and there you are. But we have to make only one camp at a time." "Hello!" cried a voice, through the dusk. Shep growled, where he was curled, but instantly flopped his tail, and with a quick look in the direction of the voice, Harry called, gladly: "Hello yourself. Come in."