"You fellows can lope along and get there in time to help Clancy and me, if we find they're too many for us." "Correct, Merriwell.

We'll come a-smoking." Frank and Owen ducked through the rough country like a couple of meteors.

The daylight was all they needed to help them in their flight over a course so carefully covered the night before.

Again, as once before, the professor's claim was at stake, and the motorcycles were pushed to, the utmost in an attempt to reach McGurvin's and head off the scoundrelly work of the plotters.
It seemed almost no time at all until the verdant spot, irrigated by McGurvin's well, came into view in the distance across the bare sands.
"We'll make a detour, Clan," said Merry, "and come up on the ranch from the rear.

There are only two of us, you know, and we will have to proceed with care if we don't want to spoil everything." "Sure," Clancy promptly assented.