I
don't much fancy that pony you're on."
"I don't myself. I wish we had a bunch of Moon Valley ponies here to
ride. I've never seen any that could come up to them."
They were following a trail that led directly into the west. It was a
cattle trail, and Ted's practiced eye told him that it led to water.
Several miles to the west he saw the plain became broken.
"There's water over there," he said.
"That's where we'll find the cattle," answered Stella. "Do you want to
go that far and look at them?"
"I will if you think you can stand it."
Stella looked at him scornfully.
"I guess this beast will go the distance," she answered, giving the
little gray a clip with her quirt, and galloping ahead of Ted, who was
not slow to follow.
As they proceeded the ground became more and more broken.
"I believe there is a bit of 'bad land' over there," said Ted, pointing
forward.
Still they saw no cattle, although Colonel Billings had told him that
morning that his greatest herd, the one he wished the boys to examine
with the view to purchase, lay in the big west pasture.
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