"Billy's been riding hard all day, and we can find the way." "What do you think Billy's made out of ?" asked his mother contemptuously.

"Ain't he a valley boy?
Ain't he Jim Pomeroy's son and mine?
I want you to understand that Billy can ride anything, and he can ride it all day long and all night long, too!" "Make 'em let me go, ma!" exclaimed Billy, eagerly.

"I can save time.

I can show 'em the shortest way!" Harry and George glanced at each other.

Young Billy Pomeroy might be of great value to them.