"Get Miss Briggs out from between the pony's legs. She can't help herself. Drag the man out, too. The pony fell on him," urged Grace.
"Are you hurt, Mrs. Gray!" begged Hi anxiously.
"No."
"And Miss Briggs!"
"I think not. She was a little stunned when we fell with the bronco. Hold down his head so I can get to her."
Surrendering her seat on the bronco's head to a cowboy, Grace got up and insisted in removing Elfreda from her perilous position. They stood Miss Briggs on her feet, Grace supporting her with an arm about her waist to give Elfreda opportunity to collect herself.
"How do you feel now!" asked Grace.
"All—all mussed up," was J. Elfreda's characteristic reply.
Both girls showed the effects of their experience. Their hair was hanging down their backs, their uniforms were covered with dust and their faces were grimy from the alkali dirt of the plain.
"Let me walk you about to see if all your joints function," suggested Grace.