“Who’s for a ride?” cried Agnes Locke. “Casper has a stable full of saddle horses.”
“I accept the challenge,” came quickly from Arlington. “You can’t shake me, Miss Locke, I’m with you.”
“And I think I’ll go, too,” said June. “Will you come along, Dale?”
“Will I? Ask me,” laughed Sparkfair.
“Perhaps you’d like to join them, Merriwell,” said Steele. “I have a fine black thoroughbred that it would do your soul good to mount. I have plenty of riding togs. What do you say?”
“Of course I wouldn’t think of forcing myself on such a satisfactorily arranged party,” laughed Dick. “Still, Steele, I’d like to bestride your thoroughbred.”
“Where’s there another girl to balance the party?” cried Sparkfair.
June touched his arm.
“Hush!” she murmured. “Are you going to insist on inviting Dick Merriwell to join us?”
“Not if you don’t want him,” he whispered.