Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 260: what you’re looking at

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248 The Stampede. Fortune seemed kind, for, while they covered the ground between the camp and the tree to which the horse was fastened there was no sign of an alarm. All of which pleased the young rescuer more than words could tell. If they escaped the videttes posted by the inhabitants of this lone village in the Bad Lands, all might be well, and their safety as- sured. | It had been arranged that when he reached the horse the waiting Indian should be notified of the fact, in order that he might begin his dangerous part of the bold enterprise. That time had arrived, and if success followed Little Buckshot’s exertions there would presently be a decided scarcity of stock in that section of the country, since a horse, frightened by the appearance of a dreadful grizzly in its corral, is not likely to stop running short of five miles, once it breaks forth from confinement. | Karl discharged his gun, taking care to hide the flash as much as possible, so that their location might not be discovered. Immediately there broke out shouts and cries from many throats in the awakened village; but,. above all sounded the yells of the young Indian brave in the corral as he swung the freshly-taken bear skin about and sought to arouse in the horses the greatest alarm possible, for this was not Little Buckshot’s first stampede. In this he was successful, for their keen scent dis- covered the presence of what was to them their most dreadful foe—the grizzly bear. Karl laughed when he heard the snorts and neighs of wild alarm, mingled with the trampling of hoofs in quickly-accumulating force until it assumed a thunderous roar. “They're off; it has worked like a charm. Now ConniclooOokks.€©