Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 189: what you’re looking at

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Bravo! Buckskin. 177 Sioux village on the Sweetwater with the intention of effecting his escape through bold strategy. It all came about through Little Buckshot. Vain had been their search for the lost saddle horses, and the lad who was missing. Karl had scoured the country in every direction day after day without discovering the first trace of the aggressors, the rain having blotted out their trail. Then came the young Indian brave, who, finding his white brothers in deep sorrow, volunteered to discover where Cuthbert had been hidden. He knew the country to the north, and had his suspicions of the truth. Overcoming the many obstacles by the way and traveling only at night to avoid the chances of dis- covery, he had, after weeks of absence, returned with great news that aroused the whole Sunset Ranch outfit, and quickly started a goodly bunch of cattle hustlers on the road north. They had adopted his tactics, and, after a night ride, were about to camp in a coulee when the sound ~ of whoops and yells directed their attention toward the west, where the chase was in full progress. The young Indian had gone ahead and was to meet them on the following night at a rendezvous appointed. So it seemed that, after all, Cuthbert’s case had not been quite as hopeless as it appeared, for had he remained among the lodges of the Sioux village, these good friends would have shortly dropped in upon the scene, and brought their boldness and cunning into play with the avowed purpose of ef- fecting a rescue. Still, after all, he was well satisfied. It was something to be proud of, a feather in his cap, to have outwitted his red jailers unaided, and not only to have effected his escape, but, at the same Comicloe® “S C©