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Stratemeyer, Edward, 1862-1930

"Dave Porter at Star Ranch Or, The Cowboy's Secret"

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"Not much--unless you're a staving good runner," said Yates, with a
grin.
The steer was too exhausted to make further resistance just then, and
the cowboys had but little trouble in taking the lasso from his foreleg.
"He'll be all right after a bit," said Todd, in answer to a question
from Dave. "But I think myself he isn't just O. K. in his head, and the
next time we want some fresh meat we might as well kill him off and be
done with it."
The cowboy insisted upon looking at Roger's ankle. The member was
somewhat swollen, but the senator's son said it would not bother him to
ride home. In a little while they were off in a bunch. When quite a
distance from the ravine they gazed back and saw that the steer had
gotten up and was grazing as if nothing out of the ordinary had
happened.
"Well, we have put in a rather strenuous day for a starter," remarked
Dave, when they came in sight of the ranch home. "If this keeps up----"
"But it won't," interrupted Phil. "I reckon some days will be dull
enough."
The girls were awaiting their return, and they listened with keen
attention to what the boys had to tell.
"You must bathe your ankle with liniment," cried Belle. "I'll get some
for you," and soon she presented Roger with the stuff.


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