"I got it where it was setting like a hawk--a broken-winged hawk--on the burning sands of Mexico.

I hauled it over here with four of the orneriest mules that ever flapped an ear at white men.

It cost me just sixty dollars, all told--not counting repairs.
And I'm going to ride the sky, and part the clouds like foam--" "'And brand each star with the Rolling R, An-d lead the Great Bear ho-ome,'" Mary V chanted promptly.

"Oh, Skyrider, won't you take me along too?
I've always been just _dying_ to fly!" "You'll have to stave off death till I learn how--and then maybe you'll wish you hadn't." "Oh, won't the boys be just _wild_! Where have you got it, Johnny?
I've looked every place I could think of, the last two weeks, and I couldn't--" "Oh--_hoh!_" cried Johnny.

"So it was you I've been trailing, was it?
I wondered who was doing so much riding down this way.