"She was over in our gym, this afternoon, and she put up as fine an exhibition of stunts as I've seen in a long time."
"What sort of stunts?" asked Bill.
"All sorts, from lariat or lasso work to handsprings and ground and lofty tumbling. That girl's been trained, I tell you!"
"Trained in a school?"
"No: her work is more as if self-taught,—or coached by a cowboy. She hails from Arizona, doesn't she?"
"Yes. Here she is now; I hear you're an athlete, Zaly."
"Only so-so," the girl replied, half-absently.
"Have your friends gone?" asked Patty.
"Yes."
"I recognised them," began young Gale: "they were—"