They set out joyfully, and in an hour reached the town, tired, but still happy. Hawley was a fair-sized place and they found a restaurant on the main street open. There was a telephone within, and they called the sheriff. At first he was angry at having his sleep disturbed, but when the boys told them who they were, he declared eagerly that he’d be right down. He was as good as his word. Not five minutes elapsed before he entered the door of the restaurant, fully dressed, two guns hanging from his belt. The boys soon explained the situation to him, and then he, in his turn, sat down at the ’phone and called many numbers. His orders were short and to the point. His men were to arise, saddle their horses, and meet him at the Alpha in six minutes--no longer. “Understand? All right! ’bye!” When he had finished he turned to the boys. “So you rode the empties down to here! Well, well! Boys, that’s as good as a movie. Now listen. You ought to be pretty tired. I told my wife that you’d be right over to the house, and to get a room ready. You sleep--hear me? We’ll finish this job for you. We’ll let yore dad know where you are right quick, so he won’t worry. Then we’ll take the trail of them rustlers. Mob Jamisson with ’em, hey? Well, I’ll be plumb glad to see him again, not sayin’ the same fer him. My house is the fifth one down on this side of the street. Red brick. You can’t miss it. Just ring the bell. Mary’s up, an’ waitin’ fer you. Here comes my gang.” He hesitated as the sound of the arrival of several horses sounded outside the door. “I’ll go now. Don’t worry about yore dad. I’ll let him know first thing. We can find his camp all right if it’s anywheres on the X Bar X. Tell you a secret--I used to work fer that ranch when I was a kid. That was when yore grandfather had it. Well, so long! Pete--” to the man behind the counter--“if they’re hungry, you feed ’em an’ charge it to me. So long, boys!” Hungry? Weren’t they, though! They scarcely saw the sheriff burst through the door nor heard the noise of his departure. They were intent on a whole ham which hung in a glass-enclosed refrigerator. “Could we--could we have some of that?” Roy asked, pointing. “Ham! You betcha! Fried ham an’ eggs. Sliced tomatoes. Potatoes. Coffee. Pie a-la-mode. O.K.?” “I’ll tell a maverick it is!” Then they sat down to the best meal they ever remembered eating. At three o’clock in the morning, just these two, in the restaurant in Hawley, they ate until they could eat no more. When they had finished, the waiter looked at them critically. “I’m thinkin’,” he said softly, “that they don’t need no bed to-night. Maybe the sheriff’s house is only down a block, but they’ll never make it, unless they walk in their sleep.”