So it was that Dick was unconsciously getting a better education than if
he had gone to school, for he had a mind for the absorption of all sorts
of knowledge like a sponge, and once a thing was told him he never
forgot it.
The morning of the count he had started onto the range with the other
boys, but as there would be great confusion, and perhaps danger of a
stampede, Ted sent him back to camp.
"Run on back, Dick," Ted said kindly. "I'm afraid that pony of yours
isn't quick enough to get out of the way if these dogies should take it
into their heads to act ugly."
Dick never thought of rebelling when Ted spoke, for he knew that Ted was
boss, and that he knew what was good for him.
"All right, Ted," he said. "Would it be any harm if I took a ride away
from the camp?"
"Of course not, Dick," answered Ted kindly. He felt a little sore at
himself for sending the boy away, but he knew that it was for the best.
There would be plenty of time and many occasions for Dick to run into
danger when he grew up.
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