“Where is Jeems?” inquired Jo, who had recovered his horse and his equilibrium likewise.
They looked around anxiously. “There’s his pony over there,” said Juarez, “having a good time grazing.”
“I suspect we will find Jeems grazing somewhere back here on the mountain,” said Jim. “Jo, you go look for him, if you think you won’t fall off, too.”
With a grunt Jo turned his horse at right angles, and went back up the mountain slope. He soon came upon Jeems seated placidly upon the ground apparently enjoying the view.
“Lost something, Jeems?” he inquired.
“Yes, my pony,” he replied.
“He is grazing down below,” said Jo. “Why don’t you get up?”
“I’m grazing here,” replied Jeems.
“Gazing, I guess,” grinned Jo.