But the girls were
quite alarmed, Jessie and Laura especially.
"Oh, Dave, how could you!" cried Jessie, when they were alone.
"Well, Jessie, you wouldn't want me to appear like a coward, would you?"
he asked.
"No, of course not, Dave! But--if you had been--killed!"
"I was watching out, I can tell you that," he answered, and then
changed the subject, for he did not like to see the girl he admired so
distressed.
After the excitement of the bronco riding, the boys were glad enough to
take it easy for several days. Belle had a tennis court and a croquet
ground, and they played each game for hours at a time. The girls were
all good players and won the majority of the games.
"Tennis and croquet are all well enough when you have nice girls to play
with," remarked Roger. "But otherwise I fancy I'd find them dead slow."
"He'd play twenty-four hours at a stretch with Laura," was Phil's
comment.
"Not to mention how long you'd play with Belle," retorted the senator's
son.
"Dave doesn't care to play at all when Jessie is around," went on Phil,
slyly.
"Neither of 'em cares to play--if there's a hammock and a chair handy,"
added Roger.
"I noticed yesterday, when Jessie and I were playing tennis, you fellows
were so busy talking to the girls you forgot all about your games,"
retorted Dave.
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