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Updated: June 5, 2025
"Like it, what?" queried Horace. "It's what we've been dreaming of for months," declared Larry. "Only, I say, Mr. Wilder, let's drop Megget. All we did was to get away from him." "As you like," smiled the ranchman, "but that's something." Now through waving grass up to their knees, now through stretches of sage brush the hunters rode.
To the east and to the west the ledge commanded a view of the trails, and as they gazed along them, the owner of the Half-Moon exclaimed: "I don't wonder no one can surprise Megget with such a lookout. Why, it's practically impossible to approach without being seen by a man on guard." "The only time is at night," returned Lawrence.
"Why do you think so?" asked his master. "Because I know the right trail is between the pool and the bottoms." Again the men lapsed into silence, which Mr. Snider broke by inquiring: "What was it that young Alden mentioned about men crossing the dirt?" "That's so. I'd forgotten it again," and quickly Mr. Wilder narrated the incident to his foreman. "Probably that was Megget," asserted Pete.
An instant Megget glowered with rage at the mere stripling of a boy who had announced his willingness to fight him, then with a savage growl started to swing from his saddle. "I'll fix you, you whelp!" he roared. He aimed a savage blow at Larry, who ducked. "Hi! leave my brother alone!" cried Tom, coming to the spot. As Tom spoke Larry stooped and picked up a handful of dust.
"Come on in to see Megget," exclaimed Lawrence. "I say, Mr. Wilder, can't Larry and Tom go in first alone? You promised, you know." Willing that his men should have their fun, the owner of the Half-Moon laughingly consented. And with the others following close, the brothers went into the cave. Entering thoroughly into the spirit of the occasion, Larry approached the struggling chief.
Mounting quickly when they arrived, Megget gave a curt order for his own men to follow and galloped in the same direction the ranch owners and cowboys had taken.
Fate, however, which had saved the two brothers and the young rancher from stumbling into the ambush, was still favoring them. For when the raiders reached the edge of the prairie Megget ordered a halt that they might eat, and when again they resumed their ride the boys were far on their way toward the spot where they met their friends.
These are the appearances presented now; but, in the beginning of the sixteenth century, Henderland was a close retreat, surrounded by wood and water. The family castle stood in the midst of a dense wood of firs, mixed, in those parts where the soil supported the king of the forest, with large oaks. The Megget, rolling along its brattling stream, to St.
And he's great on tricks. He'd think up a scheme in no time to land Megget." "I think Tom's idea is the right one," said Mr. Wilder. "By riding that trail we can reach the Lost Lode probably in a few hours, while it might take days to find where the gang that set fire rode into the hills. This rain has cooled off the ground, so we can start right away."
And then he added: "You'll wish you had never started after me, Wilder!" Wondering at their leader's meaning, his fellows had no chance to ask, however, for even as he spoke Megget was descending from the ledge. Arriving at the camp fire, he glanced about for a few moments, then sent his men for the horses.
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