"Have you got a lasso?" asked Teddy.
"You mean my rope? Course I got one—every cowboy has," was the answer.
"I wish you'd lasso something," went on Teddy, who had once been to see a Wild West show.
"All right, I'll do a little rope work for you," said the cowboy, with a good-natured smile. "Just wait until I mend my saddle."
In a little while he came riding into the yard in front of the bunk house on a lively little pony. He made the animal race up and down and, while doing this, the cowboy swung his coiled rope, or lasso, about his head, and sent it in curling rings toward posts and benches, hauling the latter after him by winding the rope around the horn of his saddle after he had lassoed them.
"Say! that's fine!" cried Teddy with glistening eyes. "I'm going to learn how to lasso."
"I'll show you after a while," the cowboy offered. "You can't learn too young. But I must go now."
"Could I just have a little ride on your pony's back?" asked Teddy.
"To be sure you could," cried the cowboy. "Here you go!"
He leaped from the saddle and lifted Teddy up to it, while Janet and Trouble looked on in wonder. Then holding Ted to his seat by putting an arm around him, while he walked beside the pony and guided it, the cowboy gave the little fellow a ride, much to Teddy's delight.