"Now, march upstairs, and be lively about it. We have no time to waste."
"But"
"No 'buts' now, Rover. We'll talk later on," growled the ranch owner savagely. "Just now I've got my mind full of other things."
Sam was led to the main floor of the ranch, and then without ado his hands were fastened behind him. Then he was told to march outside. Here two light wagons were in waiting, and he was bundled into one, along with Jimson and another man, and Dan Baxter. The other wagon was loaded with boxes and driven by two men. Several horses stood by, saddled for use.
"Where are we going?" asked the youngest Rover.
"To the North Pole," chuckled Dan Baxter. "Don't you wish you knew!"
"Are all the men going to leave?"
"That's their business, not yours."
"You are very kind, Baxter. I guess you don't know yourself."
"Don't I, though? Why, I'm right hand-and-hand with this crowd," added the bully boastfully.
"Maybe you only think you are."
"Huh! I know what I am doing."
"You've said that before—and got tripped up, just the same."
