So they struggled on for an hour, halting occasionally to give the
horses a breathing spell, then drove obstinately forward again.
"We should have been at the ranch house long ago," shouted Ted at last,
pulling in his panting horse.
"Then we're lost, I suppose," shouted Stella in return.
"Looks that way."
"What are you going to do?"
"Stop for the rest of the night."
"I wouldn't. Keep on until the horses won't go any farther."
"All right, if you think best."
On they went again for a half hour more, and Ted was beginning to
believe it was folly to go any farther when his pony stumbled and almost
fell.
In front of them loomed a darkness more intense than before.
Ted scrambled from the back of his pony and led it forward. The pony had
stumbled over the horse block at the very door of the Long Tom ranch
house.
CHAPTER II.
THE LONG TOM RANCH.
Ted and Stella raised such a shout that Carl pulled his horses up just
in time to keep them from trying to climb upon the veranda.
With the aid of his searchlight Ted had found the door and entered the
house, followed by Stella.
In the big, front living room they found a lamp, which they lighted and
looked around.
The house had been left ready for occupancy, and in the great, wide
fireplace logs were piled high ready to be burned.
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