"You couldn't catch one yourself, but you might be able to buy one for a small sum from the horse-hunters," the guide informed him.
"How much?"
"Depends on the animal. Perhaps twenty or twenty-five dollars."
"Then, I'll do it. I could get him home for as much more, and he'd be worth at least two hundred dollars. Perhaps I might take two of them along, providing I can get what I want."
"You ought to be a horseman," laughed the guide. "You've got the horseman's instinct."
"He is a horseman," volunteered Stacy. "There aren't any better."
"Thank you," glowed Tad. "I'll pull you out next time you fall in, for that."
They were very jolly at supper that night. They had nothing to trouble them. Water was near by and they were soon to participate in the most exciting event in their lives, a wild-horse hunt.
"Do you think they will be able to find us!" questioned Walter.
"Who, the horses?" returned Ned.