From a distance Indian Charlie saw this, and again he ground his teeth.
“She is stuck on that fellow!” he thought. “I can see that. She thinks him something wonderful, and I stand no show with her now. Wait! I am not done with him. My opportunity may come before the tournament is over.”
Then he withdrew to think up some manner in which he could “do up” Frank.
Frank was dripping with perspiration, and the party of “tenderfeet” withdrew to the shelter of the veranda, where they sat in hammocks and easy-chairs, while they refreshed themselves with cooling drinks.
With the next party that arrived at the ranch was a mother and her two daughters, and one or more females continued to come in with every party that appeared after that.
By eleven o’clock in the forenoon several hundred people had assembled, and the “tenderfeet” were not backward in entertaining the prettiest of the girls who were there.
A big picnic dinner was served, and all the guests received something to eat.
The sports were to begin immediately after dinner, but the cowboys had amused themselves during the forenoon by numerous tricks and games of their own, besides telling stories and discussing the remarkable youngster from the East who had ridden Firebrand.
Indian Charlie held aloof. He was still angry and had not given over his determination to “fix” Frank.
“He will take a hand in the sports this afternoon,” thought Charlie. “Then my time will come. He had better look out!”