"Whoa! Catch him, somebody."
"Catch him yourself," retorted Ned.
Tad's rope wriggled through the air. It caught one of the flying hind
feet of the pony. Then the little animal plowed the dirt with its nose,
while Walter sprang forward, sitting down on the angry animal's head.
"Now get that saddle off," commanded Tad. "Come, Chunky! Do you think
we are going to wait here all day for you?"
The fat boy reluctantly obeyed the command of Tad Butler. After some
further trouble, Stacy's pony was properly saddled, but still stubborn
and ready for further trouble. The lad got on this time without
falling off, and with much laughter and joking, the party started off
toward the blue haze in the distance, the dark ridge that marked the
Guadalupes.
It was in "_The Pony Rider Boys in the Rockies_" that our readers first
learned how this little private club of youthful horsemen came to be
organized. The need of open-air life for the then sickly Walter
Perkins was one of the great factors in the organization of this
little band of rough-and-ready travelers. Our readers remember the
adventures of our young friends in the fastnesses of the Rocky
Mountains. These lads speedily fitted themselves into the stirring
life of the big game land, and had other yet more startling adventures
in which wild animals did not play so strong a part as did wild men.
The story of the discovery of Lost Claim, with its accompanying
battle with claim-jumpers, was fully told in this first volume.
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