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"I'll ride you if it breaks--loved fist at the gray pony

Dale stood near with a broad s frohtened that she could not call out for Bo to stop The little grayblack mane and tail, and a fine, spirited head There was a blanket strapped on his back, but no saddle Bo held the short halter that had been fastened in a hackamore knot round his nose She wore no coat; her blouse was covered with grass and seeds, and it was open at the neck; her hair hung loose and disheveled; one side of her face bore a stain of grass and dirt and a suspicion of blood; the other was red and white; her eyes blazed; beads of sweat stood out on her brow and wet places shone on her cheeks As she began to strain on the halter, pulling herself closer to the fiery pony, the outline of her slender shape stood out lithe and strong

Bo had been defeated in her cherished and deter, and she was furious Thedid not appear to be vicious or mean But he was spirited, tricky, mischievous, and he had thrown her six tie of the park, where thick rass afforded soft places for her to fall It also afforded poor foothold for the gray e Dale did not bridle hih it was harder for Bo to try to ride hiun in all eagerness and enthusias, which she named "Pony" She had evidently anticipated an adventure, but her s, resolute face had denoted confidence Pony had stood fairly well to be mounted, and then had pitched and tossed until Bo had slid off or been upset or thrown After each fall Bo bounced up with less of a smile, and more of spirit, until now the Western passion to master a horse had suddenly leaped to life within her It was no longer fun, nocircus trick to scare Helen and rouse Dale's ad

Pony reared, snorting, tossing his head, and paith front feet