As they passed the snake charmer's booth they saw Tex and his companion ahead of them in the crowd, and they grinned broadly.

"I like th' front row in th' balcony," remarked Johnny, who had been to Kansas City.

"Don't cry in th' second act--it ain't real," laughed Red.

"We'll hang John Brown on a sour appletree--in th' Panhandle," sang Skinny as they passed them.
Arriving at the grounds they hunted up the registration committee and entered in the contests.

As Hopalong signed for the revolver competition he was rudely pushed aside and Tex wrote his name under that of his enemy.