The Pony Rider Boys in the Grand Canyon | Page 3

as much as do we
ourselves. He just makes believe that he doesn't. He's a boy himself."
"But an overgrown one," muttered Stacy under his breath.
"Where do we meet the Professor?" asked Tad.
"How about it, Walt?" asked Ned, turning to young Perkins.
"I don't think father mentioned that."
"We shall probably pick him up on the way out," nodded Tad.
"Well, what do you think of it?" demanded Ned.
"Fine, fine!"
"You don't seem very enthusiastic about it."
"Don't I? Well, I am. Has Mr. Perkins decided when we are to start?"
"Yes, in about two weeks."
"I don't know. I am afraid that is too soon for me. I don't even know
that I shall be able to go," said Tad Butler.
"Why not?"
"Well, we may not be able to afford it."
"Pshaw! Your mother just said you might go, or words to that effect. Of
course you'll go. If you didn't, I wouldn't go, and my father would be
disappointed. He knows what these trips have done for me. Remember

what a tender plant I was when we went out in the Rockies that time?"
"Ye---yes," piped Stacy. "He was a pale lily of the valley. Now Walt's a
regular daisy."
Young Perkins laughed good-naturedly. He was not easily irritated now,
whereas, before beginning to live in the open, the least little annoyance
would set his nerves on edge.
Mrs. Butler came in at this juncture, carrying a pitcher of lemonade and
four glasses on a tray. The Pony Riders rose instinctively, standing
while Mrs. Butler poured the lemonade.
"Oh, I forgot the cookies, didn't I?" she cried.
"Yes, we couldn't get along without the cookies," nodded Chunky.
"Now don't let your eyes get bigger'n your stomach," warned Ned.
"Remember, we are in polite society now."
"I hope you won't forget yourself either," retorted Stacy. "I'll stand
beside you. If you start to make a break I'll tread on your toes and-----"
"Try it!" hissed Ned Rector in the fat boy's ear. The entrance of Mrs.
Butler with a plate heaped with ginger cookies drove all other thoughts
from the minds of the boys. "Mrs. Butler," began Ned, clearing his
throat, "we---we thank you; from the bottom of our hearts we thank
you---don't we, Stacy?"
"Well, I---I guess so. I can tell better after I've tried the cookies. I know
the lemonade's all right."
"How do you know?" demanded three voices at once.
"Why, I tasted of it," admitted Chunky.
"As I was saying, Mrs. Butler, we-----"
"Never mind thanking me, Ned. I will take your appreciation for

granted."
"Thank you," answered Stacy, looking longingly at the plate of cookies.
"Now help yourselves. Don't wait, boys," urged Tad's mother, giving
the boys a friendly smile before turning to leave the room.
"Ah, Mrs. Butler. One moment, please," said Ned.
"Yes. What is it?"
"We---ah-----"
"Oh, let me say it. You don't know how to talk in public," exclaimed
Chunky. "Mrs. Butler, we, the Pony Rider Boys, rough riders, Indian
fighters and general, all-around stars of both plain and mountain, are
thinking-----"
Ned thrust Chunky gently aside. Had it not been for Mrs. Butler's
presence Ned undoubtedly would have used more force.
Tad sat down grinning broadly. He knew that his mother enjoyed this
good-natured badinage fully as much as the boys did.
Ned rapped on the table with his knuckles.
"Order, please, gentlemen!"
"That's I," chuckled Stacy, slipping into a chair.
"Laying all trimmings aside, Mrs. Butler, we have come to speak with
you first, after which we'll have something to say to your son."
Mrs. Butler sat down in the chair that Tad had placed for her.
"Very good. I shall be glad to hear what you have to say, Ned."
"The fact is---as I was about to say when interrupted by the
irresponsible person at my left-----"

"I beg pardon. I'm at your left," remarked Walter.
"He doesn't know which is his left and which is his right," jeered
Chunky. "He's usually left, though."
"I refer to the person who was sitting at my left at the time I began
speaking. I had no intention of casting any aspersion on Mr. Walter
Perkins. As I was about to say, we are planning another trip, Mrs.
Butler."
"Where away this time, Ned?"
"To the Grand Canyon-----"
"With the accent on the yon," added Stacy.
"The Grand Canyon of the Colorado?"
"Yes, ma'am. Mr. Perkins has arranged it for us. Everything is fixed.
Professor Zepplin is going along and-----"
"That will be fine, indeed," glowed Tad's mother.
"Yes, we think so, and we're glad to know that you do. Tad didn't know
whether you would approve of the proposed trip or not. We
are---ahem---delighted to learn that you do approve of it and that you
are willing that