"You country chaps can beat us out in some things, that's sure," laughed Fenton, good-naturedly.
"Come ahead—you can learn to ride," urged Sam.
"Yes, do. It's as easy as rolling off a log," chimed in Tom.
"Nothing easier than falling off a horse, I think," returned Fenton, with a faint smile. "But not to-day, boys. Oh, no! Guess I've had enough."
"Oh, dese city fellers," repeated Sam Bins, as he led Buttercup back to the stable.
"Wonder how Bob and the other fellows are getting along in the wilderness," said Howard, when the group had turned toward the porch.
"Guess they won't leave any bears or moose for Tom and me," grinned Sam. "They are crack shots—that is all except Chubby. He never seems to hit a thing, any more."
"Hope Dick will get some pictures," put in Tom. "Wish I had a camera, I'd snap some, too."
"I say, Howard," exclaimed Sam, suddenly, "Phil Levins, Tom and I are going over to Promontory this afternoon. I'm teaching Clifton how to swim. Want to take a sail in the 'Spray'? It's a bully day for an outing."
"I may come over later, in the 'Dauntless.' Promised pater I'd do some writing for him," replied Fenton. "Guess I can make it, though, and we'll have a little race on the way back."