 If I, I owe you long little gold geese, you know that Wyoming will be your new home. Life on the Red Horse Ranch! I finally discovered something, which might help them to solve the mysterious map found in Dewey Dawson's Locking. Invisible writing. Made visible only when a map was held under the map. Alabama was at the ranch house showing his discovery to Rose and Dad Carter. The rest of the boys are in the bunkhouse singing. We hadn't found that in invisible writing on the map. We might never have been able to figure out what it was all about. But, Alabama, you say the writing was invisible? That's right, Rose. Trigger Dawson must have wrote it on there with milk. That stayed invisible until we held the match under it. And then it came out just as plain as could be. Well, Dawson did just about everything he knew how to keep that secret to himself or whatever it was. Well, it's a pretty sure thing that if we can figure out just what this map means, we'll find where Dawson hid his loot. But what do you make of that invisible writing, Alabama? It's a little vague, isn't it? Read it again, Dad. Well, that's all it says. Rose, other half, Indian mound, lookout point. In other words, I can figure out it means that the other half of this map is in an Indian mound. That lookout point somewhere along Roaring River. Why, you must look out points about four miles above the town of Roaring River. Well, then if that's true, you can find the other half. And from that point, you wouldn't have a bit of trouble finding where the loot hid. That's just the way I've got it figured, Rose. Mr. Carter, do you suppose you can spare some of the boys for a couple of days? Why, well, if you think it's that important, Alabama, I suppose... Mr. Carter, if that means what I think it does, it'll mean everything in Dewey's life. Very well, Alabama. You better start at once. Thank you, Mr. Carter. I'll go down and tell the boys right now. Be getting your hot rolls ready right now. We are hitting the trail. We're going to have to ride and ride hard. Where's Dewey? There I am. You bet we're going to go, Dewey. You can ride old white foot. Oh, money was buried. Yeah, Dewey. I reckon you'll have plenty of money if we ever run it down. Oh, don't go telling the boy nothing like that, Cheyenne. What money we find will go back to his rightful owner. Yeah, but there's at least two banks that are offering quite a reward for the return of that loot. Cookie, Alabama, here comes Cookie. Is he going long, too? Cookie sure looks like he thinks he's going somewhere. Where are you heading for, Cookie? This is Alabama. Mr. Carter, he says... Cookie, what in tarnation are you doing with all them pans and pots and things? What you suppose I was doing with Mr. Bob? I don't know. I was going to hunt for treasure with y'all. Well, you can't dig treasure with them things. No, sir, but you can't eat treasure neither. You need to cook this wood. Yeah, I can open up a can of beans as good as you can cook these woods. Oh, and Mr. Carter says you can go, Cookie. You better get a move on. Bring an extra pack horse along to carry the grub. Yes, sir. I'll settle it for you. Now Cookie can carry him a banjo nally for me. I sure was going to miss ol' nally. You know, Bob, you must have had a feeling you was hitting the trail when you wrote that new song of yours yesterday. Yeah. That's your Alabama hard goal. Yeah, I'd like to hear it. I wish to see us all cute. Goodbye, boy. We'll be coming back right soon. Why, Dewey, you're not going, are you? Oh, Alabama, don't you think that's good? What's this? Ain't that an awful risk to take the boy on? That's right. Dewey's got a right to go with us. We'll see that nothing happens to him. All right. Well, stretch out, boys. And off they go down the trail. Well, let's be sure to follow the boys in their thrilling hunt for hidden treasure.