Chapter
5
THE LION HUNTAS THEIR PONIES CLIMBED up the steep acclivity toward the summit of the hogback along which Bryam and his hounds had preceded them, Dora Crowell and Bruce Marvel paused occasionally to rest their mounts and to pursue one of those disjointed conversations that are peculiar to mountain trails.
"I think you're riding better every day, Bruce," said the girl. "If you stay here long enough you ought to make a horseman."
The man smiled. "Perhaps I'd do better if I had my own saddle," he said.
"Now don't be silly, Bruce. A flat saddle is all right in the park, but it would look perfectly ridiculous here."
"Can you rope?" he asked.
"Of course not. Why?" she demanded.
"Then what good is that heavy frame and the big horn on your saddle to you?" he asked.
"Don't be disa
