Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 191: what you’re looking at

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Bravo! Buckskin. 179 When he awoke, the sun was not more than an hour above the horizon. His comrades still lay around—some smoking, others playing cards, always a favorite method of killing time among cowboys. Cuthbert felt refreshed, though still a little sore from his hard ride. While he lay there, after the manner of one who quite enjoys a soft berth, he saw Karl drop into camp, glance around and then pick up the rifle. “What now?” he asked, quickly. “Antelope; come along and knock one down. We need meat for supper,” came Karl’s low answer. A second invitati6n was not necessary. Surely, all the sporting blood of the Lees ran in the veins of young Cuthbert, for the prospect of a hunt always electrified him—no hardships could daunt him when a chance to bag big game offered itself. Together the two boys quitted the camp. If their actions were noticed at all, the cowboys © took it for granted they knew their business, and had some object in view looking to the general wel- fare. So no one volunteered to accompany them. The mote of timber was really larger than Cuth- bert had imagined, for it took them all of five min- utes to cut through its depth. Once at the further side, the antelopes were dis- covered out on the open. They were really beyond certain gunshot, and, in order to accomplish the result desired, it would be necessary to shorten the distance. Two ways offered—to creep closer themselves, or draw the feeding animals in. Karl decided to adopt both plans. The long grass offered them hiding up to a cer- tain clump of sage brush, beyond which no shelter COME DOO S C©