“Yep, Jack, it’s that same dern fool,” cried the cow-puncher, “I see you had brains enough to do what I orter done afore we started on the run.”
“No time to talk about that now,” exclaimed Jack. “Look behind you.”
“Gee whillakers, boy, the flood’s upon us!”
Jack’s reply was to spring upon Firewater’s back.
“Here, Pete! Up behind me, quick!”
“Go on, Jack, and get away; I’ll take my chances.”
“Not much you won’t! Get up quick, now!”
The lad extended a foot. Pete rested his weight on it for a flash and the next instant was mounted behind Jack.
“Yip-ee-ee-ee!” shrilled the boy, driving home his heels into the pony’s flanks.
