Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 69: what you’re looking at

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At the Sioux Camp. 61 proficiency in riding—the white boys were not in it when the pace was hot and furious, however much they might appear at home when chasing horned cattle. Thus it came about that a challenge resulted. “See here,” said Karl one day, “this Indian kid’s got a grudge against me. That right?” “I think that’s evident,’ said Cuthbert, with a smile. “T wonder why.” “Well, I guess we'll find out one day that Little Buckshot, this big chief’s arrogant son, 1s in reality the painted cattle thief who carried Polly off.” “T kind of thought so,” said Karl. “No wonder he don’t love you. A bullet in a fel- low’s shoulder isn’t the way to gain his affections.” They both laughed over the episode. “And didn’t you see the kid in camp once or twice?” went on Cuthbert. “Yes, like as not I did—but not to notice,” said Karl. “Bah! Why Little Buckshot has several times made some excuse to ride up to the ranch, dressed in all the pomp and style of the Indian dandy—and I begin to think there is no more conceited fool on earth—evidently in the hope of making an. im- pression upon Polly. I guess he must have cher- ished a secret admiration for her.” “Phew! You don’t say!’ exclaimed Karl. “Yes, it’s all straight. Take my word for it, Karl, the chap who carried off Polly and wanted to make her an Indian girl, and the fellow in war paint that got a bullet of yours in his shoulder, and the Little Buckshot that’s going to make sport of your horse racing—they’re all one and the same.” “Humph! Going to make sport of old Buckskin! No, sirree! Not if I knows it. I’m burning to see him do it. That’s all.” cComiclooks C©