Comrades of the Saddle - The Young Rough Riders of the Plains by Frank V. Webster
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"Wood must be collected for the fire, the food and dishes must be
unpacked, supper cooked and water located." "Better put me on the job of getting water, because I shall picket the horses where they can get a drink," declared the ranchman. "Then, Larry, you and Bill build the fire and get supper ready. Horace, I'll put you in charge and you must arrange the place for us to sleep. I can see some pine trees yonder. Break off some limbs and spread them on the ground. Then put the blankets over them. I'm going with Mr. Wilder to bring the water and to learn how to hobble the horses." "You're a fine commander to be lieutenant for--not," declared Horace. "Gave me the meanest job of all." Yet he lost no time in obeying. Quickly each one set about the work assigned to him, for the sight of the doughnuts and other good things to eat, after their long ride, made them hungry. "Get the coffee pot and then sling the reins of Lightning and Buster on your arm and come with me, Tom," said Mr. Wilder. "I'll take Blackhawk, because he's still cranky, and the other two." The ranchman, however, let the ponies lead him more than he led them, for he knew their instinct would take them to the nearest water. Yet there was no need of their guidance, for in a few minutes the |
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