"Yes?"

"Well, he is a member of the club, and as fellow members of the Pony
Riders, we are bound to stand by one another."

"That's right," agreed Ned. "That's what we're going to do, too. But
what are you getting at, Walt?"

Tad's blue eyes were fixed inquiringly on Walter's face. He, too, was
at a loss to understand what it was that his delicate young friend was
planning. Still, he would not ask, knowing full well that it was of
him they were thinking.

"Simply this. Tad has got to have a pony."

Ned uttered a long-drawn whistle, while the boy on the grocery wagon
suddenly straightened up.

"I agree with you there, Walt," Ned remarked. "Yet, how is he going
to get one? That's what I should like to know--and it's a question
that the Pony Riders will have a hard time in answering. Now, it is
different with Chunky. Chunky's uncle has money. He can well afford to
buy his nephew a pony. When I went to ask him to-day he said he would
see about it. That means Chunky will have one."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because my father is a lawyer, and he says when a fellow doesn't know
his own mind, you can make him agree to 'most any old thing," answered
Ned with a laugh.