"Direct to San Francisco to hunt up tidings of Uncle Barnaby."
Of course, Chet was taken completely back by Allen's announcement.
"To San Francisco!" he ejaculated.
"Yes, Chet. I feel that it is my duty to discover what has become of uncle, if possible, at once."
"I know, but it's such a journey"
"I am not afraid to take it. I will ride to the nearest station on the railroad, which is not over a hundred and forty miles, and then take the train. The journey on the cars will not take over a couple of days, all told."
"And the cost"
"I will have to take what we have saved from the thieves. But surely, Chet, you do not regret taking that for such a purpose?"
"No! no! take it all! I was thinking if it would be enough."
"I will make it do. I will buy a cut-rate ticket from Ogden, if I can."
"And what shall Paul and I do in the meantime?" questioned Chet in some dismay.
"Do nothing but guard the cattle and the place generally. I will be back, or let you hear from me just as soon as I can."
