out in the corral and they're taking turns trying to ride him. Come
along if you want to see the fun."

It was fun, but some hard work, too, for one after another the
cowboys fell out of the saddle of the bucking bronco as they tried to
ride him.

Now and then one would stay on the wild animal's back longer than
had any of his friends, not falling when the bronco leaped up in the
air and came down with his legs as stiff as those of an old fashioned
piano.

"Ki-yi! Yippi-i-yip!" yelled the cowboys, as they dashed about on
the bucking bronco, swinging their hats or their quirts, which are
short-handled whips, in the air over their heads.

They did not mind being thrown, and each one tried to ride the wild
bronco. None could stay in the saddle more than a few minutes at a
time though.

"Well, I guess I'll have to ride that animal myself," said Jim
Mason, when all the other cowboys had tried and had fallen or jumped
from the saddle. The foreman was a fine rider. "Yes, I guess I can
ride that bronco," he said.

"Give the pony a chance to get his breath," suggested one of the
cowboys. "I don't reckon you can ride him though, Jim."

"I'll try," was the answer.