“Come on, fellows!” shouted Rattleton. “Here’s where we have a circus! Hurrah for fun!”
A moment later they were following the fat Dutch boy around to the nearest corral, in the vicinity of which a number of cowboys were gathered.
“Pring der proncho oudt righd avay alretty!” shouted Hans, as he waddled around toward the corral, with the others following him. “I peen goin’ to shown you how to ride him, you pet!”
The cowboys stared at him in astonishment.
“Hey?” cried Hank Kildare, putting his hands on his hips and glaring at the Dutch lad. “Whatever is thet thar ye say?”
“Vere dot proncho vos, ain’d id? I peen goin’ to took a whirl oudt of.”
“Git out! Ye’re crazy! Why, you couldn’t ride a dead cow!”
Hans grew still more excited. His face was red, and he wildly flourished his short arms, fairly choking in his excitement.
“Py ginger! I shown you dot about pritty queek right avay!” he cried. “Uf I don’t ride der vorst proncho I nefer seen you vos a liar!”
The cowboys shouted with laughter.