right there. He yelled, and they waited.

"Where you goin'!" he demanded.

"Over to the Troop D Farm," said Porky, hopping off his wheel to
rest.

"What for? This is my job."

"Sure it is!" agreed Beany. "But we knew you'd want some one
along for fear you forgot of the things you wanted to say, and we
knew we always remember better than the other fellows. So we
started out. We knew you'd be along."

"All right, you're on!" said Asa and they pedaled rapidly along
the beautiful country road. When they reached the Farm, they
found that the Colonel, who stayed at Syracuse with his family,
had not yet arrived. The men were grooming the beautiful horses,
rubbing up the bridles, and airing saddle blankets.

Porky and Beany and Asa, sitting on the stone wall at the side of
the barn, watched and admired.

"That's what I'm goin' to be"' whispered Porky.

"Sure!" agreed Beany. "Wonder how long it will take us to get
that high?"

"Dunno," said Porky. "I outgrew two pairs of pants last year!"