"It has become a hobby with me, and some day I may turn the ranch into something of a stock farm for raising certain breeds of horses and ponies.

While you are here you'll not suffer for the want of a mount." "I'd like to see you break in some of the horses," said Roger.
"Well, you'll have the chance." "Maybe you'd like to break in a bronco yourself," suggested Belle, with a twinkle in her eye.
"And get sent skyhigh!" returned the senator's son.

"No, thank you, not until I've learned the business." "A bronco is all right if you understand him," remarked Sid Todd.

"But if you don't, you'd better monkey with the business end of a gun,--it's just as healthy." The woods left behind, they commenced to ascend a long hill.

Far off to the westward loomed the mountains, covered with pines and bordered below with cottonwoods.
"There is where you'll get your hunting when you want it," said Mr.
Endicott.