Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 278: what you’re looking at

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266 The Last Round-Up. that a good fortune had surely attended their actions. They had mapped out their plan and carried it through as well as they were able, but much of their success was due to a favoring Providence. They had nothing to fear longer. The desperadoes would think well before setting out to pursue a posse of Sunset Ranch cowboys, and even did they possess such a desire for open war- fare, it was doubtful whether they could collect a dozen mounts all told inside of six hours, so well had Little Buckshot accomplished his work in the corral. There is nothing more effective than the freshly-taken skin of a grizzly bear to excite lasting terror in a Western broncho. They took it easy on the way home. . Only a few days had elapsed since Karl, Cuthbert and Polly were together, and yet it seemed an age— so much had happened since. Their tongues wagged almost incessantly all day, and there seemed a never-ending succession of sub- jects to be discussed. All were in a merry mood, and at evening, seated by the camp-fire, the three entertained their cowboy friends with many a song, some of the range riders joining in a chorus when it struck the popular fancy. Karl did not realize how thoroughly worn out he had been by the expedition until he at length rolled himself in his blanket and sought rest in slumber. He knew nothing more until aroused by the cow- boy reveille, the beating of a frying pan, to summon the party to breakfast. It may be safely assumed that the young son of a chief was not neglected when congratulations were going around. Mr. Kelly had in mind a suitable present which he meant to give Little Buckshot and which would doubtless make him happy. But nothing could ever equal the pride with which ConnicloOckks.€©