"Maybe not the same kind, but I s'pose they'll be just as exciting,"
Jack remarked. "We seem to run into 'em."
The boys did have more adventures, and, what they were will be related in the next volume of this series, to be called, "Jack Ranger's School Victories; Or, Track, Gridiron and Diamond."
A week later Jack, his father, Nat and John started east. They stopped on the way to see Mr. Tevis, who expressed his delight that Mr. Ranger's period of exile was over, that the bad men had been put where they could do no more harm, and that the unexpectedly discovered mine had panned out so well.
"You are to be congratulated on having such a son as Jack," said Mr.
Tevis to Mr. Ranger.
"If it hadn't been for John and Nat I guess I wouldn't have had much success," Jack remarked.
"Now that I look at it, I cannot understand how those men had such an influence on me," said Mr. Ranger, thoughtfully.
"I'll tell you what I believe," answered Jack. "One of them was something of a hypnotist. He tried his game on me when I was at the cave."
"It may be that you are right, my son. It is true that I was afraid of them--and just why I cannot tell," returned Mr. Ranger. "But that is a thing of the past now," he added, with satisfaction.
"And now for home!" cried Nat, the next day. "Won't we have lots to tell when we get there!"
"I'll be glad to see Washington Hall again," said John.
"Yes, indeed!" answered Jack. "But I'm going home to Denton first, and you must come along, John."
"Very well, I will," said the semi-Indian youth.
Twelve hours later the happy party was on its way to the nearest railroad station. And here, bound for home, we will leave them.