Jessie, and often turned her face away to shut out the sight. "Oh, why do they do such dreadful things?" she added.
"They've got to break the ponies somehow," answered Dave. "Those broncos will be all right after they get used to it."
"Say, do you know, I'd like to try that," remarked Roger. "I think I could sit on one of those ponies, if he had the saddle on."
"I think I could do it, too," added Dave.
"Oh, Dave!" exclaimed his sister, while Jessie gave a little shriek of horror.
"It's not as bad as it looks—after the pony is saddled," answered Dave.
"We'll try it to-morrow—on the quiet," whispered Roger.
After the "busting" of the broncos had come to an end, there was a two-mile race, for a first and a second prize, put up by the two ranch owners. In this race nine of the cowboys started, amid a wild yelling and the cracking of numerous pistols,—for the average cowboy is not enjoying himself unless he can make a noise.
"They are off!" yelled Phil.
"Yes, and see them go!" added Dave.
"I'll bet our ranch wins!" came from Roger.
"What will you bet?" asked Belle, mischievously.
"A box of candy against a cream pie."
