Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 99: what you’re looking at

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The Grand Round-Up. QI Cuthbert went out to get his rifle and see how the storm fared. This time he heard the howls of wolves in the tim- ber beyond a peradventure, and found the three horses very uneasy, so that he had reason to believe it would be necessary to keep guard al! through the night, lest the ferocious beasts make an assault on their mounts and leave them afoot far from the ranch. When he entered the cabin, Little Buckshot was gorging himself with the tender and juicy meat which Karl spread before him in such liberal quanti- ties. Doubtless never before in all his life had hot food tasted so good. The others were soon satisfied, and watched his remarkable exploit with wondering and admiring eyes, for the capacity of a cold and hungry Indian is beyond belief. It was heaping coals of fire on his head that this white boy, whom he hated because the other’s su- perior qualities as a rider had humiliated him in the presence of his people, should be the one to snatch him from death. An Indian is far from demonstrative, and Cuth- bert was anxious to know how he would act. The dinner, no doubt, made Little Buckshot feel remarkably good, as it does every human being. He walked gravely up to the two white lads and shook each of them by the hand—Cuthbert thought he looked as sober as though attending a funeral in the bosom of his tribe. Then he spoke: “Brothers, Little Buckshot no forget. You save um life; me come back sometime, mebbe. How?” Cuthbert managed to gather from this remarkable speech that the young buck acknowledged his debt and hoped some day to repay it. Meanwhile all rancor had been swept from his cComiclooks C©