time to waste."

Still grumbling, Stacy climbed into the saddle. He promptly fell off,
having forgotten to cinch the saddle girth. Now the pony woke up and
began to kick as the saddle slipped under its belly. Stacy moved more
quickly than he had at any other time during the day. Over and over
he rolled in a cloud of dust in his efforts to get out of the danger
zone, while the pony kicked and squealed, the boys shouting with
laughter.

"Whoa!" roared the fat boy, sitting up after he had reached a place
where he considered it safe to do so. "Whoa! Catch him, somebody."

"Catch him yourself," retorted Ned.

Tad's rope wriggled through the air. It caught one of the flying hind
feet of the pony. Then the little animal plowed the dirt with its nose,
while Walter sprang forward, sitting down on the angry animal's head.

"Now get that saddle off," commanded Tad. "Come, Chunky! Do you think
we are going to wait here all day for you?"

The fat boy reluctantly obeyed the command of Tad Butler. After some
further trouble, Stacy's pony was properly saddled, but still stubborn
and ready for further trouble. The lad got on this time without
falling off, and with much laughter and joking, the party started off
toward the blue haze in the distance, the dark ridge that marked the
Guadalupes.

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