He moved softly to one side and turned low the light. Quietly he tiptoed to the door and closed it behind him. And Roy and Teddy, their heads resting on their arms, feet tucked under them, slept the remainder of that eventful night on a table in the restaurant in Hawley. They awoke to find the sunlight streaming in on their faces and a voice, miles off, calling: “Hey! Come to! ’Phone for you! ’Phone!” “What? Somebody wants us? What time is it? Gosh, this bed is hard! Well, for the love of Pete--” Teddy, gazing about him stupidly, found the waiter grinning down at him. It took a full minute for realization to come to the boy, and another minute to explain to Roy. Sleep had sunk them so deep that they simply could not understand what had occurred. Finally, however, Pete convinced them that they were really in Hawley, and, what was more important, that Mr. Manley was on the ’phone. “Dad!” Roy exclaimed, jumping. “I’ll take it, Teddy. Where’s that ’phone? Huh? Oh!” Almost next to his elbow, and he could scarcely see it. He picked up the receiver. “Hello, Dad! Sure! Fine! Right next to me. Yep, he’s all right too. Sort of sleepy. We fell asleep on a restaurant table--stayed there all night. Get up there, Teddy. What’s that, Dad? Say it again, will you? You caught--” He turned to his brother, eyes shining with excitement. “Teddy, they caught the rustlers! Every one of ’em! The sheriff found our camp, and dad and the others went right out on the trail. Here, Dad, tell Ted. He won’t believe me.” Then Teddy: “Hello, Dad! Is that straight? Got ’em all? And the cattle? Oh, boy! What luck! Say, how about Flash and Star? Came home? You! That’s a relief! How’s Star? That’s good.” Aside: “He says Star wasn’t hurt much. Bullet just grazed him.” Into the ’phone again: “Where’d you get the rustlers, Dad? Uh-huh! Tried to drive the cattle away after all, did they? Didn’t think they were that stupid. Probably figured we’d ride to the end of the line and wouldn’t be able to get help before morning. Listen, Dad--did you get Mob Jamisson? Well, hold him for me--he owes me a new hat! Yep. All right, Dad! Want me to tell Roy anything!” A pause, and a grin stole over Teddy’s face. He looked at his brother and winked. “Sure thing, Dad! Tell ’em we’ll see ’em this afternoon! So long, Dad!” The receiver clicked down. Pete, the waiter, was watching the two brothers with an amused smile. “Dad wanted me to tell you something,” Teddy said slowly. “Well, what?” “Oh, maybe you won’t be glad to hear it. I don’t know. Perhaps I’d better wait till later. I don’t like to--” “Tell me now, you Indian! What is it?” “Well, he wants us to get home as soon as we can, because Nell and Curly are there and they’re going to see us in the rodeo! So, hit the trail, cowboy--hit the trail!” * * * * *