"That’s the King of Ganado, isn’t it?" asked the girl.
"Looks like him, doesn’t he? But he isn't He's the King’s likeliest son, and unless I'm mistaken he's going to give the old fellow a mighty tough time of it this fall, if the old boy wants to hang on to the grand championship. We've never shown him yet. It's an idea of father's. He's always wanted to spring a new champion at a great show and surprise the world. He's kept this fellow hidden away ever since he gave the first indication that he was going to be a fine bull. At least a hundred breeders have visited the herd in the past year, and not one of them has seen him. Father says he's the greatest bull that ever lived, and that his first show is going to be the International."
"I just know he'll win," exclaimed the girl. "Why look at him! Isn't he a beauty?"
"Got a back like a billiard table," commented Custer proudly.
They rode down among the heifers. There were a dozen beauties—three-year-olds. Hidden to one side, behind a small bush, the man's quick eyes discerned a little bundle of red and white.
"There it is, Grace," he called, and the two rode toward it.
One of the heifers looked fearfully toward them, then at the bush, and finally walked toward it, lowing plaintively.
"We're not going to hurt it, little girl," the man assured her.
As they came closer, there arose a thing of long, wabbly legs, big joints, and great, dark eyes, its spotless coat of red and white shining with health and life.
"The cunning thing!" cried the girl. "How I'd like to squeeze it! I just love 'em, Custer!"
She had slipped from her saddle, and, dropping her reins on the ground, was approaching the calf.
"Look out for the cow!" cried the man as he dismounted and moved forward to the girl's side, with his
