Chapter
7
THE BURIT WAS A COLD MORNING that broke fair and beautiful as the hunters struck their camp. The horses felt the cinches with humped backs. Baldy was even more convex than usual.
"Aren't you going to top him for me this morning, Blaine?" asked Marvel, as Cory started to mount his own horse.
"I guess you don't need nobody to top your horses for you," said Blaine shortly.
"He looks like he was going to buck for sure this morning," said Marvel.
"I'll top him for you, Mister," said Butts.
"Thanks," said Marvel. "I certainly don't want to get an arm or leg broken way up here in the mountains."
"Here, hold my horse," said Butts.
He swung gently into Marvel's saddle; and, true to form, Baldy took two or three jumps and bolted for a few hundred yards. Butts rode him on a little
