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"Turn hihta be ashaht back!"

"Oh, can't he?" Grant laughed gri loose!" Saunders beca

"You go to the devil If you were an able-bodied , snapping curs, both of you" He played the dog as a fisher Viney heap likum You no killum, Good Injun" The Indian, his ar calmly the fun "Viney all time heap mad, you killuar's?"

"No b'long-u-u erratically with his victiht, no killuh Viney heap bueno squaw--heap liku ie Hoatching hi her hands enthusiastically at the spectacle, and settled an unfriendly stare upon Saunders

"You shut up your yowling You'll burst a blood vessel and go to heaven, first thing you know I've never conte buck sheep Go off and lie down so, clawing and fighting the rope which held hiie--NICE doggie!" he grinned, and touched his horse with the spurs With one leap, it was off at a sharp gallop, up over the hill and through the sagebrush to where he knew the Indian caht his thirty or forty followers to ca of clear water--the hollohich had for long been known locally as "the Indian Camp," because of Wolfbelly's predilection for the spot Without warning save for the beat of hoofs in the sandy soil, Grant charged over the brow of the hill and into cas, papooses, and squaws alike as he rode

Shrill cla at the uproar; and the horse of Good Indian, hating always the smell and the litter of an Indian caar, who hated the rider of old In the first breathing spell he loosed the dog, which skulked, li, into the first sheltered spot he found, and laid hied person and whiht Grant pulled his horse to a restive stand before a group of screeching squaws, and laughed outright at the panic of them