teach you a few first principles."

"What do you want me to do first?"

"Put your foot in my hand and I will give you a lift."

The lad did as directed and sprang lightly to the back of
the gray.

"Move over on the horse's hip. There. Sit over just as
far as you can without slipping off. You saw how I did it
this afternoon?"

"Yes--oh, here I go!"

Phil slid from the sloping side of the ring horse, landing in a
heap, to the accompaniment of a rippling laugh from Dimples.

"I guess I'm not much of a bareback rider," grinned the lad,
picking himself up. "How do you manage to stay on it in
that position?"

"I don't know. It is just practice. You will catch the trick of
it very soon."

"I'm not so sure of that."

"There! Now, take hold of the rein and stand up.
Don't be afraid--"