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Updated: June 11, 2025
He made an effort to find out where they had tethered Pink-eye, but there were no signs of ponies anywhere. He knew, however, that they could not be far away, for the Indian always keeps in touch with his mount. Jinny came with his breakfast at sunrise.
At the same instant, Pink-eye in a frightened effort to get clear of the bear, leaped to one side. The lad, leaning over from the saddle, was taken unawares, and making a desperate effort to grasp the saddle pommel, Tad was hurled sideways to the ground. "Whoa, Pink-eye!" he commanded sharply as he was falling. But Pink-eye refused to obey.
He was somewhat upset by meeting Fatty; for he knew that Fatty was angry with him. "Oh, ho! You were, were you?" Fatty answered. He began to slide down the tree he had been climbing. Jimmy Rabbit and his brother edged a little further away. "Better not come too near us!" he said. "We've both got the pink-eye, and you don't want to catch it." Fatty paused and looked at the brothers.
Simms under the arms, the lad dragged him over to Pink-eye, and with a strength born of the excitement of the moment, succeeded in throwing the rancher's body over the back of his own pony. The lad was panting in short, quick breaths. He had barely enough strength left to crawl on Pink-eye's back. Once there, he fairly fell across Mr.
He clucked to the pony, which started forward suddenly, throwing a strain upon the rope. "Steady, Pink-eye. We don't want to hurt him," he cautioned, slowing the animal down to almost a walk. "Are you on your feet back there?" "Y-y-y-yes." There came a sharp jerk on the line.
It was this which made the animal a living torch. The pony in its fright was rearing and plunging, bucking and squealing so that the lad had difficulty in keeping his seat. "Steady, steady, Pink-eye," he soothed. For an instant the broncho ceased its wild antics and stood trembling with fear. "Bang!" Tad had aimed the heavy revolver and pulled the trigger.
Releasing the reins and dropping them to the pony's neck, he steadied the hand that held the gun with the left and fired. "Oh, pshaw, I missed him!" he groaned. "That's too bad. I'm only adding to his misery. Next time I'll get nearer to him before I try to shoot." He went at Pink-eye, applying every method with which he was familiar to increase the pony's speed.
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