Ruth Fielding in the Saddle

"Will you do it?" asked the eager, black-eyed girl sitting on the deep window shelf. "If Mr. Hammond says the synopsis of the picture is all right, I'll go." "Oh, Ruthie! It would be just-just scrumptious!" "We'll go, Helen-just as we agreed last week," said her chum, laughing happily. "It will be great! great!" murmured Helen Cameron, her hands clasped in blissful anticipation. "Right into the 'wild and woolly.' Dear me, Ruth Fielding, we do have the nicest times-you and I!" "You needn't overlook me," grumbled the third and rather plump freshman who occupied the most comfortable chair in the chums' study in Dare Hall. "That would be rather-er-impossible, wouldn't it, Heavy?" suggested Helen Cameron, rolling her black eyes. Jennie Stone made a face like a street gamin, but otherwise ignored Helen's cruel suggestion. "I'd rather register joy, too--Oh, yes, I'm going with you; have written home about it. Have to tell Aunt Kate ahead, you know. Yes, I'd register joy, if it weren't for one thing that I see looming before us." "What's that, honey?" asked Ruth. "The horseback ride from Yucca into the Hualapai Range seems like a doubtful equation to me." "Don't you mean 'doubtful equestrianism'?" put in the black-eyed girl with a chuckle.