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Updated: June 11, 2025
The dried meat was excellent, even if it was tough to chew. After a little they came to a level stretch, and now the Indians put their ponies to a lively gallop, which Pink-eye, being surrounded by the other ponies, was forced to fall into to keep from getting run down by the riders behind him.
All at once guns began to flash ahead of him. "I believe they are in the flock already," he cried, putting spurs to Pink-eye and dashing on at top speed. "Yes, they are shooting into the flock. I can tell by the flashes of their guns. Oh, if I had a gun!" The thought that they were slaughtering the innocent animals roused all the fighting blood in Tad Butler's nature.
Almost instantly following, guns began to pop to the north and south. Shouts and yells sounded everywhere. Startled, half a hundred sheep near him, scrambled to their feet. "W-h-o-e-e-e," soothed Tad, turning toward them as he remembered that he had a duty to perform. "Come now, Pink-eye, never mind the shooting. Just you and I attend to our business. That's what we've got to do."
Pink-eye responded as best he could, and began climbing the hill that had now developed into a fair sized mountain, making even more rapid headway than the bear himself. "Good boy," encouraged Tad. "We'll overhaul him if you can keep that up. Steady now. Don't slip or you'll tumble me down the hill and yourself, too. Steady, Pink-eye. W-h-o-e-e!" "Bang!"
The time for the change came a few moments later. The Indians were gaining on them every second. Now the "hi-yi-yip yah-hi-yah" sounded as if it was being shrieked into their ears. Tad drove Pink-eye right against the other pony.
After hours had passed the lad found all at once that the gray dawn was upon them and it was not many minutes before the stolid faces of his companions stood out clear and distinct. Tad jerked Pink-eye up sharply. "See here, where are you taking me to?" he demanded. "Camp," grunted the young Indian. "You're not. You are taking me away. I shall not go another step with you."
It did not seem to satisfy the animal, for the sheep had worked it pretty well down ahead of him. So Pink-eye went to sleep, and Tad found himself nodding so persistently that he forced himself to get up and walk back and forth a few paces each way. "I am getting to be as much of a sleepy head as Chunky is," he smiled. "That goat ride was the funniest thing I ever saw.
They seemed friendly enough and, besides, there could be no danger to him in accompanying them. As they started to move on, Tad clucked to Pink-eye and fell in with the party. He noticed shortly, that the others had ridden up and that he was in reality surrounded by the painted braves.
Tad, acting upon a sudden resolve, shook out his reins, gave the pony a quick pressure with the spurs. "Hi-yi!" he snapped. Pink-eye leaped forward, with Tad urging him to renewed efforts by sharp slaps on the animal's thigh. The boy was not shouting now. He did not wish to attract attention to himself if it could be avoided.
When once he felt the knot at his finger tips he began whirling the loop over his head, leaning well forward in his saddle, riding at a tremendous pace on the fleet-footed little pony. He cast. This time the loop fell true. "Steady! steady! Pink-eye," he cautioned, taking a quick turn about the pommel. To stop too suddenly might throw the other pony on its side and crush the rancher.
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