Part 38 (1/2)

”If he rides that beast, he's a good one,” Yates murmured to himself, and then he beckoned to some other cowboys to watch the fun. Half a dozen quit work to draw closer, each with a broad grin on his sunburnt face. They expected to see Dave get the shaking-up of his life and felt positive he would not be able to stay on the bronco's back two minutes.

”He certainly is a wild one,” said Dave, as he advanced and eyed the pony.

”Oh, he's no worse than the others,” answered Yates, smoothly, and then he rolled his eyes and winked at the other cowboys.

Dave looked critically at the saddle and saw to it that it was properly buckled. Then he flung his cap to Roger.

”Say, Dave, that pony looks half-crazy,” said Phil. ”You be careful.”

”He certainly does look wild,” added Roger.

”Well, I'm going to ride him anyway--or know the reason why!” cried Dave, and a look of strong determination came into his face. ”Get around there!” he called sharply to the pony, and then, with a quick leap, he gained the saddle and dug his knees into the pony's sides. ”Let him go!”

Yates released his hold and everybody in the crowd backed away. For a moment the bronco stood stock-still, his eyes gazing straight ahead.

Then he gave a vigorous shake and took a few steps forward.

”Hurrah! see him ride!” shouted Yates, and winked again at the other cowboys, who grinned more than ever.

Five steps forward and the bronco halted. Then up in the air he went, a distance of six or eight feet. He came down ”on all fours,” good and hard, and had Dave been resting in the saddle he would have had the wind knocked out of him completely. But the youth was standing in the stirrups, and he allowed his body to spring with that of the animal he hoped to conquer.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Then up in the air he went.--Page 224.]

Three times the bronco tried this trick, and the third time Dave came close to falling off. Then the bronco gave a dart forward, like an arrow from a bow.

”There he goes!” yelled the senator's son, but the words were not yet out of his mouth when the bronco stopped short. Dave slid to the animal's neck, but there he clung, his face pale and determined, and his teeth set.

”Hi! hi! what's this!” shouted a voice, and, turning, the crowd saw Sid Todd approaching on the run. ”Yates, what do you mean by letting him git up on that critter?” he demanded, indignantly.

”Ain't that the bronco you wanted him to try?” asked the other cowboy, innocently.

”No--an' you know it!” stormed Todd. ”Do you want him to break his neck?

Hi, Dave, jump down! You can't tame that beast, nohow!”

”I--I'm all--ri--right!” jerked out Dave, between his teeth. ”Ke--keep away,” he added, as Todd came closer, to lend his a.s.sistance.

”He's a bad one, boy--one o' the worst on the ranch. Yates had no call to offer him to you.”

”Ke--keep away,” was all Dave replied. He could not say more, for the bronco claimed all his attention.

”Yates, if that boy is hurt, you'll have an account to settle with me,”

said Sid Todd, and shook his fist at the other cowboy.

”I--er--I was sure you wanted me to bring out that beast fer him,”

murmured Yates, uneasily. He was sorry now that he had played the trick on Dave.

The bronco had taken another run, coming to as sudden a halt as before.

Dave slid up almost to the animal's ears, but still clung on, and quickly regained his seat in the saddle. Then, without warning, the pony dropped to the ground and started to roll over.

”Look out! you'll have your leg broken!” yelled Phil. But Dave was on his guard, and, as the pony dropped, he leaped away to safety. Then, as the animal arose once more, the youth grabbed the saddle and vaulted into the seat.