Part 35 (1/2)

Everybody laughed.

”Why, there are no wild animals of any account here,” laughed Tom.

”Nothing bigger than a jack rabbit,” said Ned.

”And Ned Rector got all there was of them,” added Walter.

Laughing and joking, the lads mounted their ponies and set off for a day's pleasure.

The entertainment at the ranch was scheduled for the afternoon, so they had plenty of time in which to make the journey. They arrived shortly before noon, just in time to see the preparations made for a barbecue. A large Texas steer had been chosen for the occasion and roasted in a pit, and they were making ready to serve it.

Stacy's eyes stuck out as he saw the cook with a knife almost as long as a sword, cutting off slices as large as a good-sized platter, and serving them on plates scarcely large enough to hold the pieces, without the latter being folded over.

The fat boy managed to get an early helping by pus.h.i.+ng his way through the crowd of hungry men that had gathered about the savory roast.

When there was anything to eat, Stacy Brown would always be found in the front rank.

Just as they got started with the meal, a volley of shots sounded up the valley and a band of half a dozen cowboys, yelling, whooping and shouting came racing down on the Jessup ranch.

With a wild ”y-e-o-w!” they circled the roast ox, then bringing their ponies up sharply, threw themselves from their saddles and greedily attacked the portions that were quickly handed out to them.

This barbecue and day of sports was one looked forward to by the cowmen with keen antic.i.p.ation. Two a year were given on the Jessup ranch, one after the midsummer round up, and another late in the fall.

”This is great,” confided Tad to Tom Phipps, as the two seated themselves on the gra.s.s to eat the good things set before them.

”It seems so to me. I don't get out of the mountains very often. I wish I could ride the way you boys do. You ride very well.”

”We have to. At first some of us came a few croppers,” laughed Ned, who had overheard the conversation. ”Chunky had the most trouble, his legs being so short that it's difficult for him to reach the stirrups.”

”I fell off,” interjected the fat boy.

”That's a habit of his,” laughed Ned.

”I wonder if they would let us take part in some of the games this afternoon,” inquired Tad.

”Why, of course they will. I'll speak to Mr. Jessup about it,”

answered Tom Phipps.

When the owner of the ranch pa.s.sed them later on, Tom called him, and after introducing the boys to him, told the rancher what they desired to do.

Mr. Jessup looked the lads over critically.

”It's a pretty rough game, boys,” he smiled. ”But you look as if you were able to take care of yourselves. Of course you may go in for the fun if you want to. I'll tell the bunch.”

”Thank you,” said Tad, rising.

Mr. Jessup shouted to attract the attention of the noisy cowboys.

”Hey, fellows, we have a bunch of tenderfeet lads from the East with us to-day. They're taking a trip over the mountains and they want to know if they can join you in the fun this afternoon?”

”Sure!” roared the cowboys. ”We'll give the tenderfeet all the fun they want.”