“That is an interesting sight,” said Bob; “and you’ll surely see some of it before you go home.”
The girls stayed out until after eight o’clock, enjoying the exercise and the novelty of the adventure exceedingly. If it had not been for their ever increasing hunger, they would willingly have kept on riding all morning.
When they entered the dining-room, they found the rest of the party already seated, most of them half through their meal. The girls stood upon no ceremony, but plunged immediately into the business of the moment.
“Did you have a good time?” asked Alice, enviously. She wished that she had had the moral courage to get up so early in the morning to go with them.
“Fine!” cried Marjorie, her eyes sparkling.
“But you haven’t heard the news yet!” exclaimed Florence. “We’re all going to a Stampede!”
“Where? When?” demanded both girls in the same breath.
“We drive over to Crider—a distance of about forty miles—this afternoon,” said Mr. Hilton, “and get our rooms at the hotel. The Stampede begins there tomorrow, and lasts three days.”
“Oh, how thrilling!” cried Marjorie. “I’m so glad we’re going to see one.”
“Is there anything on the program for this morning?” asked Florence, rising from the table.