the runaway crossed her forefeet and crashed to the ground, almost
throwing a somersault the fall was so abrupt.

But the grey was not much hurt. Rhoda had drawn Prince in, was out
of the saddle, had run to seize the pony's bridle before the fallen
animal could get to her feet and continue her mad race.




CHAPTER X

THE TREASURE OF ROSE RANCH


Walter Mason came running as hard as he could across the field; but
he had only to seize Prince's reins and manage that excited animal.
Rhoda had the grey pony well in hand.

"Well, you're a wonder for a girl!" exclaimed Grace's brother.

"Humph!" said Rhoda in return, "I don't consider that a
compliment--if you meant it as such. Look out, or that black horse
will step on you."

"She was just as cool as a cucumber," Walter told Nan and his
sister afterward. "Why! I never saw such a girl."

"I guess," Nan Sherwood said shrewdly, "that we don't know much
about girls who are born and brought up in the far West. Rhoda