"Of course this Sambo of yours merely
represents a well-organized gang. This gang may have more ways than one
of damaging the property of the Melliston Company. From all I can see, Tom
and Harry, you're likely to need to be more vigilant than ever. Whew! But
I'm glad that I can be with you a few days. I'm likely to come in for a
choice lot of excitement. Also, I may very likely be able to help out a
lot."
"We wouldn't put you to that trouble, Dick," protested Tom. "You're to be
our guest---not our policeman."
"Are you going to try to keep me out of all the excitement and fun?"
Lieutenant Dick demanded, indignantly. "Sleep? Can't I get enough of that
when I go aboard a Pullman again and am riding out to Colorado? Of course
I'm going to help---and I'm going to have my share of all the opportunities
for excitement here---or else I'm going to cut your acquaintance."
"Why, of course we'll be delighted to have your help, Dick, if you want to
stand the racket," Reade made haste to say. "It will surely seem like
doubling---or trebling---our forces, to have Dick Prescott working hand in
hand with us."
"Then that's settled," cried Dick, with an air of satisfaction.
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