answered the stranger. "If you are interested, I'll write you details when I get back home. I've got to run for it now."
"Interested!" exclaimed Judith. "I guess you know just what it means to be competing in the Mountain City rodeo!"
The stranger nodded. "Then you'll hear from me." He turned his panting car away from the plunging horses and was a receding dot up the trail to the Pass before Judith and Douglas found their tongues.
"Well, you deserve it, Judith," cried Douglas. "You beat anything I've seen. It's not only what you do but the way you do it. You've got to have a good outfit. I'll help you buy it."
"Do you really think I'm good enough for Mountain City?" exclaimed Judith.
"Good enough for the world!" declared Douglas.
Judith laughed and gave her attention to the unhappy Sioux.
Peter was at supper with John and Mary when they reached home. His whole face was covered with boric powder. Judith and Douglas shouted with laughter. Peter buttered another biscuit.
"I never was vain of my looks," he said plaintively. "It was mean of you, Judith, to ruin what I had."
"I was never so surprised in my life, honestly, as when you fell, Peter," cried Judith.
"O yes; you were more surprised an hour ago," contradicted Douglas. He turned to his father. "Judith's been asked to ride at the Mountain City rodeo. The chairman of their program committee stopped us and asked her."
"Bully for the girl!" cried John. "I'm not surprised, myself. Some show, Jude!"
