“Sartin. Me an’ ole Bob’s jest been talkin’ about it. Now, how are you goin’ to work it?”
“Why, we’re going to take after them and follow them up until we tire them out, and then Archie will ride up and lasso one of them.”
Dick looked down at the ground and meditated a moment.
“I don’t reckon I see through it quite,” said he. “You don’t say nothing about restin’ your own horses an’ yourselves.”
“Eh!” exclaimed Eugene.
“While you’re tirin’ out the wild hosses won’t your own get tired out too, if you don’t give ’em a chance to eat an’ rest?”
Eugene’s hopes fell instantly. This was the important part of his plan that he had not thought of. Of course if the wild steeds were to be “driven down,” it was necessary that their pursuers should occasionally be mounted on fresh horses, or else the chances were that by the time the mustangs were exhausted, their own nags would be in no better condition.
“Did you say anything to the leetle ’un about this?” asked Dick presently.