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Updated: May 3, 2025
"Of course I don't say every horse that's bitten will die, but it's harder to doctor them than it is a man. And Slim meant he wouldn't want to see Pinto suffer." "You're right there, Bud!" drawled Slim Degnan. "They do say this new-fangled treatment is better'n whisky for snake bites, but I don't reckon I want to chance it."
Why couldn't he be decent about it an' make it one?" grumbled Yellin' Kid as Snake handed him the hat. "Never mind that!" shouted Slim Degnan. "If we're going t' get them fellers we got t' ride!" That was evident, for even as he spoke Del Pinzo, the last of the outlaws, disappeared around a turn in the defile. He was "hazing" his men along to some other hiding place, it appeared.
How are they all?" "Oh, they're sittin' pretty! Sittin' pretty!" affirmed Slim Degnan, with a mingled smile and grin. "How'd you fellows come out with your spring round-up?" "Pretty fair," admitted Bud. "A few steers short of what we figured on, but that's nothing." "I should say not!" chuckled Slim. "Your paw was a heap sight worse off'n that."
"No wonder we thought an airship had been used," commented Dick. Before them lay the vast crater of the old volcano, inactive for centuries. Nature had covered the hard lava with a layer of soil in which grew rich grass. And nature had further made the place an ideal corral for cattle by supplying a large spring of water. It was a "rustler's paradise," to quote Slim Degnan.
"I didn't think they'd go at it wholesale, that way, Bud," he told his son over the wire. "But you've got the right idea. Go after 'em and clean 'em up! When you take the trail don't turn back until you've finished the job. I'll send you as many men as I can spare, Slim Degnan with 'em!" "Slim? That's good!" cried Bud. "Now we'll make a clean up.
Accordingly the men sat on the calf, thus, with the holds they had secured, keeping it under restraint with the least possible pain to the small creature. "Branding iron!" sang out Slim Degnan, foreman of the ranch. A little blaze was flickering on the ground, not far from where the calf Nort had cut out was thrown and held.
It had ended with the triumph of Slim Degnan, foreman of Mr. Merkel's holdings. And so the round-up went on, the heat, the dust, the noise and confusion increasing as calf after calf, maverick after maverick, was branded, and the steers to be shipped were cut out, to be hazed over to the railroad stock yards. And yet, with all the seeming confusion, there was order and system in the work.
But we come out pretty fair. Just got th' last bunch shipped, an' I'm mighty glad of it." "Same here!" spoke Dick. "That's why we came over here on a sort of vacation." "I reckon some other folks is headin' this way on th' same sort of ideas," remarked Slim Degnan, as he rolled a cigarette with one hand, a trick for which the boys had no use, though they could but admire the skill of the foreman.
"Unlimber, boys!" called Slim Degnan, grimly and significantly as he whipped out his .45. "There's likely to be action!" "Hold on! Wait a minute!" counseled Snake, as Bud and his cousins were about to urge their horses forward. The cowboy reached out, and his hand fell with a firm grip on the bridle of Bud's steed. "What's the idea?" asked that boy rancher.
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