and he seemed to take as much interest in the game as any seasoned polo pony.
One evening when the cow-punchers had thought it too hot to play polo and the little company were lying on the grass by the ranch house, Hank Brodie made an observation that started a lively discussion.
"I have been thinking, boys," he said, "that Patches has got the makings of a great running horse and I wouldn't be at all surprised if he could trim the Jack Rabbit in a half mile dash any time." This statement from the head cow-puncher brought Pony to his feet with an excited explanation for if there was one thing in the world that he was proud of, it was the Jack Rabbit's ability to run in short races.
"He can't do it, Mr. Brodie," Pony cried excitedly, "there ain't a hoss in these here parts that can trim the Jack Rabbit in a half mile dash."
"Well," returned Mr. Brodie, "I don't see any way to settle it but to saddle them up."
This suggestion was as a match to gunpowder and Pony started for the corral on a run.
"Bill, you and Long Tom had better go along and make up a company. A race between two horses isn't very exciting."
So Larry and the other two cow-punchers went to the corral and five minutes later all returned, saddled and bridled.
