Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 66: what you’re looking at

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58 The Indian Foray. Thus the summer waned. Cuthbert appeared to be happy and contented. The life, wild and full of movement as it was, seemed to agree with him, for he no longer looked in the least delicate as a result of overstudy in college. As yet he had not spoken of his past, that is beyond casual mention of the oe in which as a lad he had indulged. Perhaps there was something unpleasant which he did not relish confiding even to Karl, and thus kept putting off the evil day. Karl never gave it much thought—it was quite enough for him to know he had found a congenial friend, such as he had longed to possess, and if the proud Virginia lad came from a family whose 1m- mediate ancestors had been hung as pirates it mat- tered nothing. | Although the grand spring round-up had been over at the time Cuthbert came to Sunset Ranch, he was from time to time given opportunities to assist in minor affairs, such as during the summer Indian scare, and when they shipped cattle to the nearest railway station. Thus he learned all about rope-throwing, could © use a “snubbing post” almost as well as the next one, and rode a vicious broncho in a manner that even elicited warm praise from old cow punchers. So autumn found them. Connicloookks.€©