Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 101: what you’re looking at

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The Grand Round-Up. 93 scattered, one being lost here and another there, un- til the chief’s son found himself alone with his laden horse. Through the hours he pushed on, fighting against the frost, until his exhausted pony dropped in his tracks. Little Buckshot believed he was near timber, and had tried to make it, but the effort was too much for him, and he sank in the drifts; the shout our boys heard and thought to be a call for help was in reality what he meant to be his last despairing death cry. The load was taken from the big gray and equally distributed around among the others, so that a mount was provided for the redskin. Thus they set out for Kelly’s ranch, where a safe arrival was made, Karl having taken them as straight as the crow flies. They were warmly received, some fears as to their safety having arisen. The cowboys had managed to keep the stock to- gether during the blizzard, which had lasted so short a time that little, if any, damage resulted. Little Buckshot was desirous of reaching the vil- lage of his people as soon as possible in order to organize a relief expedition to search for his unfortu- nate companions who might not have met with the rescue that had fallen to his lot. If they could not save the young braves, it would be at least some satisfaction to know their fate; and, besides—Indians are nothing if not practical—there was all that buffalo meat that would go to feed the wolves and buzzards if not found in a reasonable time. So Little Buckshot gravely shook hands with Karl and Cuthbert. “Farewell, brothers,” he said. “Where go? Find comiclbooks C@©