“Trust me,” called out the foreman promptly. “We’ll be at the ranch almost as soon as you.”
“Well, don’t ride the horses to death,” shouted back Songbird. And then in a few minutes more the automobile disappeared in the distance.
“The boys will certainly enjoy that horseback riding,” said Mary.
“Glad of it,” answered Songbird Powell, and as the automobile rolled onward he murmured gaily:
| “An elephant sat on a bamboo tree And he was as happy as he could be. ‘To travel,’ said he, ‘is awfully punk Unless you remember to take your trunk!’” |
“Oh, what a funny rhyme!” giggled Martha.
“I’ll have to write that down in my scrap book,” returned her cousin, and at this remark Spouter’s father looked real pleased.
“Hurrah for Big Horn Ranch!” shouted Randy, waving his cap. “Come on if you’re ready.”
“Don’t work your horses too hard at the start,” cautioned Joe Jackson. “It’s a good five miles to the ranch, and part of it is rather tough climbing.”
“If it’s tough climbing how is the automobile going to get there?” questioned Jack quickly.