Then up in the air he went, a distance of six or eight feet.

He came down "on all fours," good and hard, and had Dave been resting in the saddle he would have had the wind knocked out of him completely.

But the youth was standing in the stirrups, and he allowed his body to spring with that of the animal he hoped to conquer.
[Illustration: Then up in the air he went .-- Page 224.] Three times the bronco tried this trick, and the third time Dave came close to falling off.

Then the bronco gave a dart forward, like an arrow from a bow.
"There he goes!" yelled the senator's son, but the words were not yet out of his mouth when the bronco stopped short.

Dave slid to the animal's neck, but there he clung, his face pale and determined, and his teeth set.
"Hi! hi! what's this!" shouted a voice, and, turning, the crowd saw Sid Todd approaching on the run.