the senator's son said it would not bother him to ride home. In a little while they were off in a bunch. When quite a distance from the ravine they gazed back and saw that the steer had gotten up and was grazing as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Well, we have put in a rather strenuous day for a starter," remarked Dave, when they came in sight of the ranch home. "If this keeps up"
"But it won't," interrupted Phil. "I reckon some days will be dull enough."
The girls were awaiting their return, and they listened with keen attention to what the boys had to tell.
"You must bathe your ankle with liniment," cried Belle. "I'll get some for you," and soon she presented Roger with the stuff. He did as directed, and soon the swollen member felt far more comfortable. During the evening the senator's son took it easy on the wide veranda and in the sitting-room.
"I wish I had seen the race!" cried Jessie, smiling at Dave. "Some day you'll have to have another and let us girls look on."
"What's the matter with you girls having a race?" queried Dave. "That would be dead loads of fun—for us boys."
"Belle would be sure to win—she can ride like the wind," answered Laura.
