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Updated: June 11, 2025
Pink-eye was beating a tattoo in the air with his heels. He was occupying a little open space all by himself at that moment. The rope again curled through the air. Tad gave it a quick undulating motion after feeling the pull on the pony's neck, and the next moment the little animal fell heavily to his side. "Woof!" said the pony.
Tad hesitated. His inclination was to put spurs to Pink-eye and dash away. He did not fear the chief's revolver so much for himself. He did fear, however, that the chief might shoot his pony from under him, which would leave the boy in a worse predicament still. "All right, I'll go with you. But I warn you the first white man I see, I'll tell him you are taking me away." "Ugh!"
"It may be a man, but I'll bet it's a bear or some other animal. If it's a bear, first thing I know Pink-eye will bolt and then I'll be in a fix." Tad cautiously gathered up the reins, using care not to disturb the pony, for it was all important that the animal remain absolutely quiet just now.
"What for?" "I want to put the brute out of his misery. Please do!" "There are no more shells in it." "Then load it. I'm going to get Pink-eye. Hurry, hurry! Can't you see how the miserable creature is suffering?" The lad darted away for his pony, while Professor Zepplin, sharing something of the boy's own feelings, hurried to his tent and recharged his weapon.
I wonder where Billy took himself to. He's a wise goat. I actually believe he had more fun out of putting the camp to the bad than the rest of us experienced in watching him." Pink-eye woke up and rubbed his nose against the boy's coat sleeve. A shrill whistle trilled out off to the west. It was followed by another and another, until the air seemed full of them.
Instantly the pony went up into the air again and the lad gripped its sides with his legs, giving a gentle pressure with the spurs. "Whoa, Pink-eye! I hit Mm, I did. I aimed for his head, but I must have merely grazed it. I wish I could kill the brute and put him out of his misery," said the lad more concerned for the suffering animal before him than for his own safety.
Instinctively he permitted his left hand to drop to the pommel of the saddle so that he might not be unseated in case Pink-eye should take sudden alarm and leap to one side. The reins were lightly bunched in the left, Tad's right hanging idly at his side. The footsteps became more and more pronounced, Tad's curiosity increasing in proportion.
Tad was off in a twinkle. Putting the spurs to Pink-eye, the animal leaped from the camp and disappeared among the trees. "I am afraid I should not have allowed him to go," announced the Professor, with a doubtful shake of his head. But it was too late now for regrets. Tad found the going rough. He soon made out the flaming animal just ahead of him.
Simms's body, clinging to it with one hand, the other gripped on the pommel. Pink-eye seemed to know what was expected of him, for straightway he got under motion, trotting off toward the lines of the sheepmen. The cowboys turned their guns on the little outfit, but the sheepmen now discovering what was going on, gave a mighty yell and swept down on their enemy.
There, Tad found that he could see what lay about him even better than before. He patted Pink-eye on the neck and a swish of the animal's tail told him that the little attention was appreciated. "Good boy," soothed the lad, running his fingers through the mane, straightening out a kink here and there.
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