She sure is a genius with the frying-pan, my boy." He turned and called in to Pete, to know if he might have the sorrel saddled right away.

Since Pete looked upon Baumberger with something of the awed admiration which he would bestow upon the President, he felt convinced that his horses were to be congratulated that any one of them found favor in his eyes.
Pete, therefore, came as near to roaring at Saunders as his good nature and his laziness would permit, and waited in the doorway until Saunders had, with visible reluctance, laid down his book and started toward the stable.
"Needn't bother to bring the horse down here, my man," Baumberger called after him.

"I'll get him at the stable and start from there.

Well, wish me luck, Pete--and say! I'll expect you to make a day of it with me Sunday.

No excuses, now.