"Where'd you learn to ride, young man?" asked Mr. Liggins, in business-like tones.
"Some of my Indian relatives taught me," replied John modestly, as he dismounted. "I'm not very good at it though. Haven't had any practice."
"You don't need it!" exclaimed Mr. Liggins. "Say, young fellow, I'd like to hire you. I need you out here. We have accidents like this every day, only not so sensational, and if you can save a steer that way once in a while you'd more than earn your salary."
"Much obliged," John said, "but I can't take your offer."
"Why didn't you tell us you could rope a steer and handle a cow pony?" inquired Jack,
"You never asked me," was John's reply. "You see I have some Indian traits in me, even if I am only a half-breed."
"Well, you certainly can throw a rope," Jack admitted. "Wish I could do half as well."
"Rollicking rattlesnakes! But I'm going to learn as soon as we get out on the ranch," put in Nat.
"I guess you'll both have plenty of opportunity," John remarked.
"Well, what are you boys going to do now?" asked Mr. Post. "I'm through with my business, and I've got to stay in town a few days, but I'll be so busy I'm afraid I'll not get much chance to see you. Besides you're going right on, aren't you?"