“It isn’t everybody has a runaway,” Janet said with satisfaction. “I’ve certainly something to write home about now,” she declared, as the two turned to greet their friends.
“All right?” Gale asked anxiously as the others flung themselves from their horses and gathered solicitously around.
“Yes, but I’m going to sue Janet for damages,” Phyllis declared, rubbing a bruised place tenderly. “She had no right to knock me off my horse.”
“You had no business running into me,” Janet laughed in turn.
“Our hearts were in our mouths when we saw Janet fly through the air over her horse’s head,” Val declared.
“She floats through the air with the greatest of ease----” Carol started to sing when Janet glared at her.
“Riding, especially runaways, gives me an appetite,” Virginia said. “Suppose we have a bite of lunch.”
“You are indeed my friend,” Janet declared to Virginia. “You always know just what I need.”
A half hour later the ride was resumed. Janet and Phyllis, to the amusement of their friends, both lowered themselves gingerly into their saddles. Their experience had left them jolted and bruised and before much riding they began to coax the others to camp for the rest of the night.
“We might as well,” Tom said. “It’s already nearing morning and this afternoon will see us at the K Bar O even if we take our time.”