r saw him carry on just like that, even when he used to give every broncho-buster on the range the time of his life trying to break him in."
"But Billie sticks like glue!" declared Adrian; "look at him, would you, when the pony nearly stands on his silly head? If Billie never did another thing he's shown us that he comes of a race of riders, that's sure. Chances are that boy at the stable wondered how such a fat fellow ever could keep in his saddle when on a lively broncho."
Donald made no reply. Perhaps these words had set him to thinking; or it might be he was so taken up with watching the frantic evolutions of the runaway pony just then that he could not spare the time for talking.
Meanwhile Billie was having what he would call a "warm session" with his mount. He tried to soothe Jupiter with caressing words, but for a wonder they seemed to have no effect; for if anything the beast only acted uglier than before.
Discovering this Billie changed