"Oh, yes, we are used to that," interjected Ned. "We have slept out
of doors so long now that we should not feel comfortable in a real
bed."

"I understand. I have been a cowboy as well as sheepman, and have
spent many weeks on the open range. It was different then," he added
reminiscently. "We will drive out to my brother's ranch now, if you
are ready."

The boys rose instantly. They were looking forward to having their
new ponies, with keen anticipation.

After a short drive they reached the ranch, and a herd of half wild
ponies was driven into a corral where the lads might look them over
and make their choice.

"I think that little bay there, with the pink eyes "will suit me,"
decided Tad. "Is he saddle broken?"

"After a fashion, yes. He's been out a few times. But he's full of
ginger," announced the cowboy who was showing the horses to them.

"That's what I want. Don't like to have to use the spur to keep my
mount from going to sleep," laughed the boy.

"You won't need the irons to keep this pony awake or yerself
either."

"You may give me the most gentle beast on the premises," spoke up
the Professor. "I have had quite enough of wild horses and their