Presently he was all right again, and, feeling a weight upon him, shook
himself. This not having the effect of relieving him of his burden, he
twisted his head around and saw Ted sitting on him.
With a growl like a wounded bear he slowly lifted himself to the height
of his arms, then slowly rose to his knees.
"By golly, he's goin' ter buck him off," shouted one in the crowd.
"Look out fer some fun, lads," cried another.
"He'll kill ther kid sure," said a third.
In a moment Ted realized what was coming off. The hold he had on the
back of Shan Rhue was none of the most secure at best, but he got a
clutch on the fellow's shirt under the arm, just back of the armpits,
and he felt that he had in his fingers great bunches of the bully's
muscles.
By the merest chance he had secured the only hold by which he could hope
to stick to the giant's back. Then the fun began. Shan Rhue plunged back
and forth, sideways and up and down.
The movement was incessant. He reared and pitched, and, having cunning
and intelligence, he was able to distinguish when Ted's seat was least
secure and take advantage of it.
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