“He’ll be thrown in a minute,” declared Indian Charlie. “He can’t stay much longer.”
“He will be killed!” cried Sadie Rodney, clinging to Inza’s arm.
“He will not be harmed,” said Inza, but her face was very pale and her hands were clasped.
Firebrand reared into the air, and, with a scream of fury, threw himself on his back.
In some way Frank succeeded in dropping upon his feet, and he was in the saddle again when the broncho arose.
That brought a shout of applause from the cowboys.
“He done it as well as I could!” cried Pecos Pete.
“That’s whatever!” fluttered Hank Kildare. “Derned ef I don’t believe he’s goin’ ter ride ther critter! Kin it be he is a tenderfoot?”
“Ef so, he’s seen bronchos before.”
“You bet!”