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"Oh, let me get up. Let me ride him for two minutes, Walter." Walter Perkins brought his pony to a slow stop and glanced down hesitatingly into the pleading blue eyes of the freckle-faced boy at his side. "Please! I'll only ride him up to the end of the block and back, and I won't go fast, either. Let me show you how I can ride him," urged Tad Butler, with a note of insistence in his voice. "If I thought you wouldn't fall off--" "I fall off?" sniffed Tad, contemptuously. "I'd like to see the pony that could bounce me off his back. Huh! Guess I know how to ride better than that. Say, Chunky, remember the time when the men from Texas had those ponies here-brought them here to sell?" Chunky-the third boy of the group-nodded vigorously. "And didn't I ride a broncho that never had had a saddle on his back but once in his life? Say, did I get thrown then?"
"Oh, let me get up. Let me ride him for two minutes, Walter." Walter Perkins brought his pony to a slow stop and glanced down hesitatingly into the pleading blue eyes of the freckle-faced boy at his side. "Please! I'll only ride him up to the end of the block and back, and I won't go fast, either. Let me show you how I can ride him," urged Tad Butler, with a note of insistence in his voice. "If I thought you wouldn't fall off--" "I fall off?" sniffed Tad, contemptuously. "I'd like to see the pony that could bounce me off his back. Huh! Guess I know how to ride better than that. Say, Chunky, remember the time when the men from Texas had those ponies here-brought them here to sell?" Chunky-the third boy of the group-nodded vigorously. "And didn't I ride a broncho that never had had a saddle on his back but once in his life? Say, did I get thrown then?"
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