The two shook hands and immediately got down to business. The scamp felt that he commanded the situation and he was disposed to push matters. "I've been thinking over what you said yesterday," remarked the guide, "and have made up my mind that I can't do it." "You can't, eh? It's the only thing you _can_ do; Motoza insists that the price shall be ten thousand dollars, but I'll stick by the original agreement and call it half that sum." "Let me see," said the cowman, thoughtfully; "you promise to give us back the younker safe and sound, provided his friends hand you five thousand dollars?" "That's it; you understand the whole business. You know, of course, Hank, that I'm only acting as the friend----" "Don't git over any more of that stuff, Bill. Are we to give you the money afore you produce the younker?" "Certainly; that's the only way to do business." "S'pose you bring him, and then I'll ask his folks if they want to make you a present of five thousand dollars--how'll _that_ work?" Tozer broke into laughter. "You ought to be ashamed to talk such nonsense. The only way by which you can see your young friend again is to hand us the money, give a pledge not to ask any questions or try to punish Motoza or me----" The jaw of the man suddenly dropped and he ceased speaking, for at that moment he saw Jack Dudley and his limping companion walk out from the cavern and smilingly approach. The whole truth flashed upon him. He was outwitted as he had never been outwitted before in all his life. Without speaking a syllable, he wheeled around and started at a rapid stride across the plateau toward the point where he had first appeared, with feelings which it is impossible to imagine. And didn't Hank Hazletine "give him the laugh?" He bent over with mirth, staggering backward until he had to place his hand against the side of the cavern to save himself from falling. It really seemed as if his uproarious mirth must have penetrated a mile in every direction, and it did not cease until some minutes after the discomfited victim had disappeared. Jack and Fred laughed, too, until their sides ached; and who shall deny that there was not full cause for their merriment? An hour later, the ponies, saddled and bridled, were threading their way out of the foot-hills for the ranch, which was reached without further incident. There the boys remained several days until Fred had recovered to a large extent from his hurts, when they rode to the station at Fort Steele, where they shook hands with the honest Hank Hazletine and bade him good-by. And thus it came about that on the first Monday in the following November Jack Dudley and Fred Greenwood were in their respective seats at school, as eager and ambitious to press their studies as they had been to visit Bowman's ranch, in Southwestern Wyoming, in which ranch, by the way, they advised Mr. Dudley to retain his half-ownership.