Comrades of the Saddle - The Young Rough Riders of the Plains by Frank V. Webster
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left alone."
But the people gave no sign of heeding his words. "Well, if you won't go at the asking, I'll make you go," he continued, and seizing the person nearest him, the sheriff turned him round and gave him a shove along the aisle of the car. After three or four of the passengers had been pushed none too gently away, the others began to leave of their own accord, and the two brothers were able to make their escape. "If it keeps on the way it has started, we're likely to have a lively summer," remarked Larry when he was again back in his seat. "I hope they don't come so quick for me," exclaimed Hans. And his tone was so plaintive that the others could not help but laugh. "You'll either have to get some nerve or else stick mighty close to your friends here," declared the sheriff, who had remained to talk with the boys who had shown such pluck. "Maybe I'll go back to Germany," sighed Hans. "Oh, you'll get used to this part of the world after a while. Where are you going?" "Tolopah." "Well, that ain't the most refined place in the world," chuckled |
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