Comrades of the Saddle - The Young Rough Riders of the Plains by Frank V. Webster
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At the sight of them, Larry, Tom and Hans walked toward the cowboys and stared at them in wonder and admiration. The cowboys had noticed the three lads, and, because they had been drinking bad "fire-water," suddenly decided to amuse themselves with them. "Whatcher lookin' at?" roared one of the cow-punchers, a big fellow with close-set eyes and a heavy jaw. The boys made no response. "Can't cher speak? I'll teach you some manners then!" he bellowed. In a thrice he whirled his pony and rode for the boys at full speed. Ignorant of the roughness of cowboy fun, the three lads stood their ground, never thinking the fellow would hurt them. The cowboy was riding straight at Hans. When the pony was within two leaps of the German, boy Larry cried to him to jump to one side. But Hans was too terrified to move, and the pony was almost upon him. In another moment he would be run down. From the train rose shouts of warning and anger, changing in the next moment to cheers. Realizing that the German boy could not save himself, Larry threw |
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