Randy continued to wander around the country town, taking in such sights as came to view.
In the meantime Bob Bangs went after the horse he had mentioned. The rich youth had bothered his father for a horse for a long time and at last Mr. Bangs had consented to give him a steed. The horse was to be taken in exchange for a debt, and Bob had agreed to go to Leeville after him and take the animal to the summer resort at which he and his mother were stopping. It may be mentioned that the horse was worth only a hundred and fifty dollars, but the falsehood he had told in regard to the horse's value did not bother Bob Bangs in the least. He loved to boast upon every possible occasion.
"Is he gentle?" asked the rich boy, as he approached the horse, that was standing in the yard of the former owner.
"As gentle as a lamb," was the answer.
"He—he won't run away, will he?" went on Bob, timidly. To tell the truth he knew very little about horses, although he pretended to know a great deal.
"He never ran away in his life," declared the man who was disposing of the horse.
"Then I guess it is all right," said the rich boy, and started to mount into the saddle, for the steed was ready for use.
"Wait a minute."
"What's wanted now."
"I want you to sign a receipt first," said the man.