"Why! Ruth just told that girl we would," said Jennie.
"I wouldn't miss seeing that Wonota shoot for anything," Ruth declared.
"But there is nobody here to watch the automobile now," went on Helen, who was more nervous than her chum.
"Yes," Jennie remarked. "Here comes 'Silas Simpkins, the straw-chewing rube,'" and she giggled.
The farmer was at hand, puffing and blowing. He assured them that "that critter" was tightly housed and would do no more harm.
"Hope none o' you warn't hurt," he added. "By jinks! that bull is jest as much excited by this here Wild West Show as I be. Did you pay me for your ortymobile, young ladies?"
"I most certainly did," said Ruth. "Your bull did not drive all memory away."
"All right. All right," said the farmer hastily. "I thought you did, but I wasn't positive you'd remember it."
With which frank confession he turned away to meet another motor-car party that was attempting to park their machine on his land.
The four girls got out into the dusty road and marched to the ticket wagon that was gaily painted with the sign of "Dakota Joe's Wild West and Frontier Round-Up."