Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 97: what you’re looking at

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The Grand Round-Up. - 89 Now that the bitter edge was taken from the wind, and its fierceness diminished, the snow found a chance to settle in drifts, and this made it hard trav- eling. | “Listen, while I give a whoop!” shouted Karl, fol- lowing his words by a lusty cry that might have been heard quite a distance around. There was no answer, save the mocking laughter of the keen north wind. Could Karl have made a mistake, or had the un- fortunate whose cry reached their ears already suc- cumbed to the exposure? Karl believed the latter must be the case. When a second still more vigorous shout of en- couragement failed to meet with any response, he directed his companion to move about in short cir- cuits in order to see whether any discovery would follow. At first there was no result. Karl was possessed of an astonishing amount of insistence, and would never give upa project so long as the slightest hope remained, and, consequently, kept up the search, gradually changing his base. It was Karl who stumbled over some object cov- ered with snow, and which he instantly discovered to be a human being. His cheery hail brought Cuthbert to his side, and between them they raised the almost stiff form of an Indian brave, and staggered along with the bur- den in the direction of the timber. Such sturdy lads were capable of exerting con- siderable strength under such an inspiration as sav- ing human life must always be, but when they finally drew up at the old cabin, even they were nearly ex- hausted. As the light of the still glowing fire fell upon the features of the half-frozen Indian, Karl started, then rubbed his eyes. cComicloooks C©