coolly. "I believe you've got the best ponies. And you can drive better than Bob, too."
Tom didn't look overjoyed, and Helen, seeing the expression of her twin's face, began to giggle. There was, however, no polite way of getting rid of The Fox.
In a few minutes they were off, Jib Pottoway heading the procession, and Ricardo, the Mexican, bringing up the rear with the mule cart.
"You keep a sharp eye on them younguns, Jib!" bawled Bill Hicks, coming to the door of the ranchhouse in his stocking feet and with his hair touseled from his early morning souse in the trough behind the house. "I'll hold you responsible if anything busts—now mind ye!"
"All right, Boss," returned the Indian stolidly. "I reckon nothin' won't bite 'em."
Driving off thirty miles into the wilderness was nothing in the opinion of these Westerners; but to the girls from Briarwood Hall, and their brothers, the trip promised all kinds of excitement. And they enjoyed every mile of the journey through the foothills. There was something new and strange (to the Easterners) to see almost every mile, and Jane Ann, or Jib, was right there to answer questions and explain the wonders.
At first they saw miles upon miles of range, over which fed the Silver Ranch herds. Heretofore Ruth and her friends had not realized the size of
