"Good evening."
"Strangers, ain't ye?"
"Yes, we've just come."
"East'ners?"
"Tenderfeet from New York," laughed Bob.
"We're gettin' used to you folks out here. Purty nigh all Noo Yawk State has been out here. Them your ponies?" he added, as the cowboy came up.
"Yes, I telegraphed to have some reserved for us."
Their new acquaintance gave the boy an order.
"I'll show ye the pony you want, Ma'am. This here one is all right fer yer man, but that old sawbuck won't do fer ye."
The cowboy came up with a fresh pony, ears back, eyes wide. He investigated the party thoroughly before he permitted Bob to rub his nose.