Comrades of the Saddle - The Young Rough Riders of the Plains by Frank V. Webster
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page 65 of 192 (33%)
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CHAPTER VIII HORACE IN DANGER As the others reached the tree they dismounted, unbuckled the saddle bags and removed the saddles. "Well, commander, do you wish me to select a place to hobble the ponies?" asked Mr. Wilder, addressing Tom. "Yes, sir. I never was in charge of a camp before, so you must tell me what to do." "Oh, make me your lieutenant and I'll tell you," pleaded Horace. "I know all about it." "You can give orders all right," grunted Bill, "there's no doubt about that. I see myself lugging wood." All laughed heartily at this reference to Horace's fondness for commanding, and the younger of the comrades replied; "All right, Horace, you may be my lieutenant. Only you must tell me what there is to be done, and I will give the orders." Although by this arrangement the youngest of the party would be deprived of most of his powers, he readily agreed, saying: |
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