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"Corral! Corral!" he called

He plunged into the streaon up the

bank A rapid dust cloud was approaching down the valley

"Indians!" called out a dozen voices "Corral, men! For God's sake,

quick--corral!"

They had notnow

become second nature they circled and threw the dusty caravan into the

wonted barricade, tongue to tail gate The oxen could not all be driven

within, the loose stock was scattered, the horses were not on picket

lines at that ti what stock they could, the boy

herders ca

There was no time to spare The dust cloud swept on rapidly It could