CHAPTER XIX
WINNING THEIR REWARD
The horse-hunters had bound the black and left him, while they entered the corral to assist in roping the rest of the herd that were dashing wildly about. Every time a rope swung above a broad-brimmed sombrero, and shot out, a wild horse came down.
"I fell in, but I got him," greeted Chunky Brown, triumphantly, as Tad Butler rode up to him.
Tad laughed heartily when he saw his companion, Stacy Brown, proudly sitting on the head of the angry, snorting black stallion.
"You did, indeed, Chunky. How did you ever do it?"
"Just like any other experienced man would," replied the fat boy, in an important tone. "We got them both, didn't we, Tad!"
"Yes."
"And we'll keep 'em, eh!"
"Oh, no, Chunky. We couldn't do that. These horses belong to the hunters. They spend a great deal of money in preparing to capture them. It would not be right for us to expect to keep these two. We've been well paid for our labor in the fun we have had. Don't you think so?"