The moon had risen and the distant peaks were flooded with
light. It was a scene to delight the soul of an artist and the boys
lingered under the spell.
"Just such a night as when we crouched in the shadow of that big rock in
the Mexican forest," murmured Bert. "Do you remember, Tom?"
"Yes," answered Tom; "but I don't think the moon will ever again see us
in such a desperate fix as we were in that night."
Which showed that Tom had not the gift of prophecy.
CHAPTER III
"Busting" a Broncho
The boys slept that night the dreamless sleep of wholesome fatigue and
perfect health, and awoke the next morning as fresh as daisies. Life is
astir early on a ranch, and the day's work had fairly begun when they
came down to breakfast. The smell of hot coffee and frying bacon had
whetted their appetites, and they needed no urging from their hosts to do
full justice to the ample meal that awaited them. Then they hurried
outdoors to make acquaintance with this new life that they had looked
forward to so impatiently.
It was a glorious morning. There was not a cloud in the sky and a light
breeze tempered the heat of the sun.
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