"That's my nose. And that's where I barked it when you roped my pony tother day. Oh, I've got to take it out of yer hide, kiddie."
"Come along. We'll water the ponies. Chunky, help lead those bronchos to the water hole, will you?"
The two boys and the noisy plainsmen gathered the tired animals and led them to the hole that had been dug in the desert. Stacy sprang in and began dipping out pails of water.
Bud grabbed the first pailful, but instead of offering it to one of the thirsty animals, he deliberately emptied the contents over the head of the boy down in the hole.
"Hi, there! Stop that, will you?" howled Stacy Brown.
The fat boy was mad all through.
He scrambled from the hole, dragging a slopping pail of water after him, while Bud Stevens roared with delight. But his mirth was short-lived.
Stacy ran around the hole and straight at the cowboy who had soaked him with the yellow water. Up went the pail.
Splash!
The contents of it were hurled full in the face of the wild cowboy, who at that moment, having his mouth wide open, got a mouthful of it.