e down here in about a week. We might have to wait an extra
day."

"Well, out here," smiled his new-found friend, "we don't mind waiting a
day or so, but I suppose you folks from back in the East get in more of
a hurry. Anyhow, we will promise you a good time."

They now returned to the ranch house at the head of Henry's Lake,
without going on to the Madison River below the mouth of the canyon,
where the young rancher thought the fishing would not be so much worth
while. To their great surprise, they found yet another car waiting for
them at the camp--none less than Billy Williams's car, with all their
camp outfit. This had been brought down from Bozeman by Con O'Brien, one
of Billy's neighbors in the Gallatin, as they learned when they had had
time to make inquiries.

"Well, that's what I call fast work!" said John, after they had shaken
hands all round. "Here's our bed rolls and everything, all waiting for
us! Yet we have been two hundred miles from them on one side of the
circle, and they've been around two or three hundred miles on the other
side."

"Well, the pack train came in from Dillon early yesterday morning," said
Con, "and I already had Billy's message. So I just unpacked old Sleepy
and Nigger, threw the stuff in the car, and hit the trail south."

"But how did you get here so soon?" demanded Rob. "It must be a good
deal over a hundred miles."

"You don't know our mountain roads in this country," smiled Con.
"Besides, it is only about ninety miles from Bozeman, the way we figure
it. Anyhow, here we are and ready for any sort of frolic you want to
name. If I had started a little earlier, I would have been in here last
night. But I was fixing up a tire at Yellowstone, so I just thought I
would sleep there last night and come out in the morning early."

"What shall we do, young gentlemen," asked Uncle Dick. "The day is still
young."

"Well," said Rob, "I am for heading right back to the South Fork of the
Madison and going into camp there for the rest of the trip--that is,
until we have to start up to Billy's ranch."

They all agreed to this, and accordingly after they had finished their
luncheon, they said good-by to the obliging ranchman, whose son, as he
had promised, now accompanied them in his own car. In the course of an
hour they had picked up the latter's friend from his ranch at the foot
of the Lake and soon were speeding rapidly eastward over the Targhee
Pass--once more leaving Idaho and goi