Stella, who was curled up in a big chair in the living room reading, looked up quickly when Ted said this, and smiled out of the corner of her mouth, for she scented sport in this.
"I think I'll go along," said the major.
"I'd like to have you, major, but it won't do this time. You are too heavy a rider. It will take a light rider to turn the trick with White Fang," answered Ted, and the major looked a bit taken back.
But Stella chuckled to herself. If it took a light rider, she was in that class.
Later in the day she saw Ted and Bud go toward the corral. Ted carried in his hand a new, strong Mexican lariat.
She watched them a few minutes before she realized their mission.
"I believe they're going on the wolf hunt," she said to herself, "and without me." Her eyes flashed. "We'll see about that."
She ran into her room, and soon emerged ready for a ride. But when she got on the veranda Ted and Bud were galloping away across the prairie.
Without hesitating she ran to the corral, caught her pony and saddled it, and was in pursuit.
Ted heard the clatter of her pony's feet and turned to see her coming at whirlwind speed, and slowed up to wait for her.