"It's down in the swamp. See the way the ponies look," agreed Jennie.
They quickly came to a break in the cottonwood grove on the edge of the morass. Instantly the ponies halted, snorting again. Ruth's tried to rear and turn, but she was a good horsewoman.
"Oh, look!" squealed Helen. "A bear!"
"Oh, look!" echoed Jennie, quite as excited. "A bull!"
"Well, I declare!" exclaimed Ruth, her hands full for the moment with the actions of her mount. "One would think you were looking at a picture of Wall Street—with your bulls and your bears I Let me see—do!"
CHAPTER XXII
IN THE CANYON
Ruth wheeled her mount the next moment and headed it again in the right direction. She saw at last what had caused her two companions such wonder.
In a deep hole near the edge of the morass was a huge Hereford bull. Most of the cattle in that country were Herefords.