“Oh, look at the funny boats!” exclaimed Tom, pointing to the long line of river steamers that were tied up at the levee.  “What are those things on the back end?”

“They are the paddle wheels.  I know, because I’ve looked at pictures like them in my geography,” replied Larry.  “They have the paddle wheels on the end because the water is so shallow in places.”

It was Just after noon that the two chums and Hans were vouchsafed a glimpse of real “dyed-in-the-wool” cowboys.

The train had stopped at a crossing, as stations are known in Oklahoma, because of a hot-box on one of the wheels.

Learning that it would be all of a quarter of an hour before the trouble could be repaired, the boys had left their car and were filling their lungs with the bracing air.

It chanced that a gang of cowboys had ridden Into the town for a celebration and, as it was unusual for a train to stop for any length of time at the crossing, they rode up to find out the reason.

For a few minutes they contented themselves with putting their ponies through all sorts of “stunts” to the great delight of the people on the train.

At the sight of them, Larry, Tom and Hans walked toward the cowboys and stared at them in wonder and admiration.

The cowboys had noticed the three lads, and, because they had been drinking bad “fire-water,” suddenly decided to amuse themselves with them.

“Whatcher lookin’ at?” roared one of the cow-punchers, a big fellow with close-set eyes and a heavy jaw.

The boys made no response.

“Can’t cher speak?  I’ll teach you some manners then!” he bellowed.

In a thrice he whirled his pony and rode for the boys at full speed.

Ignorant of the roughness of cowboy fun, the three lads stood their ground, never thinking the fellow would hurt them.

The cowboy was riding straight at Hans.  When the pony was within two leaps of the German, boy Larry cried to him to jump to one side.

But Hans was too terrified to move, and the pony was almost upon him.  In another moment he would be run down.

From the train rose shouts of warning and anger, changing in the next moment to cheers.

Realizing that the German boy could not save himself, Larry threw up his hands right in the face of the pony, causing the animal to rear so suddenly that only its rider’s expert horsemanship saved him from being unseated.

At the same time Tom seized Hans and jerked him to one side just before the broncho’s forelegs struck the ground again, almost on the very spot where the German boy had been standing.

Furious at the interference with his so-called fun, the cowboy roared at Larry: 

“I’ll teach you to scare Gus Megget’s pony, you calf tenderfoot!”

Black, indeed, did it look for the three lads.  The companions of the bullying cowboy who had announced himself as Gus Megget were riding up, yelling to him to make the “tenderfoot dance.”