"No, you don't, of course," she admitted, "any more than I understood some of your terms back East. But come; let's go out and watch the boys. One of the sheds has a lovely low, flat roof, and we can see right over into the horse corral from there. It's easy; there's a ladder. Come on!" "Why, what a lot of horses!" cried Tilly, a moment later, as they stepped out of doors. "Do they ride all those?" "Not this morning," laughed Genevieve. "You see, each man has his own string of horses, and he picks out some one of the bunch, and lets the rest go. That's Reddy, now, driving them into the corral. The other boys will be here pretty quick now, and the fun will begin. You'll see!" The horse corral was high and circular, and there was a fine view of it from the shed roof. A snubbing post was in the middle of the corral, and a wing was built out at one side from the entrance gate, so that the horses could be driven in more easily; yet Reddy quite had his hands full as it was. At last they were all in, and a merry time they were having of it, racing in a circle about the enclosure, heads up, and tails and manes flying. "Regular merry-go-round, isn't it?" giggled Tilly. But Cordelia clutched Genevieve's arm. "Genevieve, look--they've got ropes! Genevieve, what _are_ they going to do?" she gasped, her eyes on the boys who were running from all directions now, toward the corral. "Why, Genevieve, they're going _in_ there, with all those horses!" "I reckon they are," rejoined the mistress of the Six Star Ranch. "Now watch, and you'll see. There!--see there?--in the middle by that post! Each man will pick out one of his own horses and rope him; then he'll lead him out and saddle him, and the deed's done." "I guess that's easier to say than to do," observed Bertha, dryly. "I notice there aren't any of those horses just hanging 'round waiting to be caught!" "No, there aren't, to-day," laughed Genevieve; "though some of the horses will do just that, at times--specially Long John's. They're pretty lively now, however, and it _does_ take some skill to make a nice job of it when they're jamming and jostling like that. But the boys are equal to it. We've got some splendid ropers!" This time there was a note of very evident pride in the voice of the mistress of the Six Star Ranch. It was a brief but exciting time that followed, filled, as it was, with the shouts of the boys--the jeers at some failure, the cheers at some success--the thud of the horses' hoofs, the swirl of the skillfully flung ropes. It was almost as exciting when the boys, their horses once caught, led out, and saddled, rode off for their morning's work. To Cordelia, especially, it was an experience never to be forgotten.