Dick and Bob readily took them in hand, and, although the boys were awkward at first, they improved rapidly.

They soon learned to throw the lasso with considerable skill, and Frank speedily took the lead in rifle-shooting, while Archie began to brag of his horsemanship.
The former could bring a squirrel out of the top of the highest oak on the farm, at every shot; and his cousin could bend down from his saddle and pick up his sombrero from the ground, while his horse was going at the top of his speed.
The horses the boys rode were the same that had carried them across the prairie, and they were now hitched at the end of the porch, saddled and bridled, and awaiting the pleasure of their masters.

One of them, Sleepy Sam, looked as sleepy as ever.

He stood with his head down, and his eyes half closed, as if it made no difference to him whether Archie took his morning ride or not.

The other, a magnificent iron-gray, pulled impatiently at his halter, and pranced about, apparently as much excited as Archie had been a few moments before.