answered, and then changed the subject, for he did not like to see the girl he admired so distressed.
After the excitement of the bronco riding, the boys were glad enough to take it easy for several days. Belle had a tennis court and a croquet ground, and they played each game for hours at a time. The girls were all good players and won the majority of the games.
"Tennis and croquet are all well enough when you have nice girls to play with," remarked Roger. "But otherwise I fancy I'd find them dead slow."
"He'd play twenty-four hours at a stretch with Laura," was Phil's comment.
"Not to mention how long you'd play with Belle," retorted the senator's son.
"Dave doesn't care to play at all when Jessie is around," went on Phil, slyly.
"Neither of 'em cares to play—if there's a hammock and a chair handy," added Roger.
"I noticed yesterday, when Jessie and I were playing tennis, you fellows were so busy talking to the girls you forgot all about your games," retorted Dave. "And one of you was spouting poetry, about 'eyes divine,' or something like that."
"Not me!" cried Roger.
"Then it must have been Phil!"
"No, it was Roger," protested the shipowner's son. "I saw him writing poetry when he should have been sending a letter home."
