All yer got ter do is ter
encourage him by a word now an' then, an' pilot him straight ter ther
wire."
"All right, Bud. I was only joking," laughed Stella. "It isn't the
prettiest horse that wins the race. I know that well, but, you see, like
every girl, I like pretty things, and a horse might as well look good as
run fast. It has always seemed to me that the two go together."
During the middle of the forenoon the broncho boys started for the town
of Snyder to attend the race.
Bud led Hatrack, and a troublesome job he had of it, for the animated
skeleton objected to being on the halter, as any self-respecting range
horse would, and he pulled back and sideways and almost dragged Bud from
his saddle several times.
"Ding bat yer," Bud would shout, "yer ornery, unsanctified, muley,
harebrained, contaminated son o' a zebra, git down on yer feet an'
foller. Ye'll git all that's comin' ter yer when ther race starts. Save
yer sweat until then."
But Hatrack thought differently, and before they were halfway to Snyder
it took all the efforts of Bud in the lead and Ben, Kit, and Clay
Whipple in the rear, to keep him moving in a forward direction.
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