bad-eye's

Updated: May 23, 2025

That's the only way I can stick on to drive him in, and we'll need it to hold to as well," he decided. Every moment was precious now. Whirling the animal about, Ned drove him into the thicket where the saddles lay folded against trees. It was the work of seconds for him to leap off and throw the heavy saddle on Bad-eye's back. The boy worked with the speed and precision of a Gattling gun.

Frank Gee Patchin - The Pony Rider Boys in Montana : Or, the Mystery of the Old Custer Trail