Betty was sitting on the black stallion which Col.

Zane had generously offered as first prize.

She was in the gayest of moods and had just coaxed Isaac to lift her on the tall horse, from which height she purposed watching the sports.

Wetzel alone did not seem infected by the spirit of gladsomeness which pervaded.

He stood apart leaning on his long rifle and taking no interest in the proceedings behind him.