"I believe they're going on the wolf hunt," she said to herself, "and
without me." Her eyes flashed. "We'll see about that."
She ran into her room, and soon emerged ready for a ride. But when she
got on the veranda Ted and Bud were galloping away across the prairie.
Without hesitating she ran to the corral, caught her pony and saddled
it, and was in pursuit.
Ted heard the clatter of her pony's feet and turned to see her coming at
whirlwind speed, and slowed up to wait for her.
"Ha, ha!" she cried, as she came up with them, her face wreathed in
smiles. "Thought you'd go without me, eh?"
"Didn't think you'd care about such a commonplace thing as chasing a
wolf," said Ted.
"Well, I'm going," she answered, putting her pony into a gallop.
They rode for the lower pasture, which ran up into the foothills of
Sombrero Peak, where the recent depredations of the wolves had been
bothering the cow-punchers.
They passed small herds of cattle grazing here and there, attended by
herders, who waved their hands to the trio as they swept past.
As they were entering the foothills Ted's keen eye caught sight of a
slinking form on the rise of a hill running parallel with their path.
He reined in suddenly and looked long at it.
"By Jove, I believe that's our game over there," he said.
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