"Dave wins!" cried Sid Todd. "An' a good race, boys,--a good race all
around."
"Yes, Dave wins!" answered Phil. "My, but your horse did go it at the
finish!" he added, admiringly.
"A fine animal," said Roger. "But mine is fine, too, even if he didn't
come in first," he added, loyally.
"You all rode well--better nor I expected," was Sid Todd's comment. "It
was a good race. I wish the others on the ranch had seen it,--they
wouldn't call you tenderfeet no more!"
CHAPTER XIII
THE CRAZY STEER
In the shade of the woods the boys rested their steeds for a few
minutes, and as they did this the cowboy told them of some of the races
he had seen in the past on Star Ranch.
"One of the greatest races was between one o' the cowboys and an Indian
named Crowfoot Joe," said the cowboy. "The Indian was sure he was going
to win, but he lost by a neck. That race took place two years ago, but
the boys in these parts ain't done tellin' about it yet. We had a full
holiday the time it come off."
"I think your horse is just as good as mine," said Dave to Roger. "But I
fancy you pressed him a little too hard at the start."
"He is just as good, an' so is the hoss Phil is ridin'," came from Sid
Todd. "It was the ridin' did it. Dave managed his mount just right.
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