CHAPTER XI
A PIECE OF HUMAN SANDPAPER
An appetizing meal had been spread for the visitors. But every time the men glanced at their companion they broke out into loud guffaws.
"You're a sight, Bud," jeered one.
"Next time better take a man of your size," said another.
"Guess that's right," grinned the vanquished one. "Ye can't most always tell what a kid's going to do."
"We know what this one did do to you, though," laughed another.
"Reckon I do myself," admitted Stevens. "Say, kiddie, you come along with us and try them tricks on the wild hosses we're going to catch. Mebby I'll forgit to take it out of you. I'll let the white stallion do that."
"Thank you; I'll accept that invitation, with Professor Zepplin's permission."
"We intended to drop in on your bunch, anyway," interposed Parry. "The boss has invited us to join a horse hunt with you."