Comrades of the Saddle - The Young Rough Riders of the Plains by Frank V. Webster
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This arrangement met with laughing approval, and because of the many hands, the task was soon finished. "And now, as we must be up with the dawn if we are going to get a shot at any deer, I suggest that we turn in," remarked Mr. Wilder. "Where did you put the pine boughs, Horace? I don't see them." "I left them over by the tree," replied the lieutenant, grinning. "I didn't know how many each of you would want, so I thought the best way was to let you pick out all you pleased." "Lazy bones! Lazy bones!" shouted the other boys, and Tom cried: "That trick won't work this time. Now, hurry and tote the boughs over." Making a face at his superior, Horace Jumped tip and soon came back, dragging a monster pile of fragrant pine branches, which he quickly separated into five heaps. "Does the honored general wish me to wrap and tuck each one in his bed or will they do that themselves?" he asked, bowing in mock deference. "The honored general sentences you to do the dishes in the morning for that," returned Tom with assumed dignity, and in rare good humor they quickly placed their saddles as pillows and unrolled their blankets. |
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