Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 84: what you’re looking at

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76 A Dakota Blizzard. believe we started the game, and be mad enough to bother us.” When the horses had been secured, the two young Nimrods turned and went south a short distance, after which they again made their way to the edge of the timber. There they arrived just in time to witness the stampede of the buffalo. Doubtless, suspicion had become certainty with the old war-scarred bull in charge of the herd, and giving the alarm, he went plunging off over the prairie, followed by the rest, at a course that would presently bring them past our hunters. Thus there was a brief time for them to wait. Cuthbert involuntarily looked to where he had last seen the mock wolf, and was just in time to dis- cover the red marksman spring erect and throw aside the skin that had served him so well. Then, with loud yells, out of the timber came a trio of Sioux braves, mounted on wiry ponies and leading the animal of their comrade. They only made a sorry pretense of chasing the tumbling, tossing herd, and Karl’s experienced eye saw at once that their ponies were utterly worn out with a long night ride, which doubtless accounted for their adoption of the old-time wolf project. “The game is in our hands—we must ride a few miles before we open the ball. Now, mount and away,’ was what he said. They vaulted into the saddle; one touch of the -quirt and the horses bounded out from the timber upon the open. | Already the alarmed and demoralized buffalo had commenced to string by, so that the best they could do would be to fall in behind and stick close to them until the time came to use firearms. As they galloped along they plainly heard a chorus of angry yells borne on the wind, and could easily ConniclooOokks.€©