"Yes."
"Which where, then?"
"Oh, Jenny for the wheel team and Duke for the lead team, I think," decided Harry. "By rights, Jenny ought to have the lead, because she's faster; and Duke ought to have the pole, because he's heavier. But Jenny is quick-tempered with her heels, you know, and Duke is quick-tempered with his head, so we'd best keep their tempers separated. We can teach Duke to 'haw' and 'gee,' but Jenny's main accomplishment is simply to 'haw-haw.'"
"Here comes George," announced Terry. "Now he'll 'haw-haw,' too."
Through the gloaming another boy was loping in, on a spotted pony. He was a wiry, black-eyed boy—George Stanton, from the Stanton ranch some two miles down the valley.
"Whoop-ee! Which way you going?" he challenged. "What is it—a show?"
"Going to Pike's Peak," retorted Terry.
"Tonight? With that team? Aw——!"
"Pretty soon, though. We're practising."
"Watch us, and you'll see us drive to the corral," invited Harry. "Let's turn 'em around, Terry. Easy, now. I'll hold Jenny back and you hurry Duke."