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In the soft soil he made out a number of hoof-prints, and he called Todd's attention to these. "On hossback, both of 'em," said the cowboy, after an examination. "Dave, you was right," he announced, a little later. "It must have been Merwell and Snogger, fer see, they have taken the old trail along the river. That leads to another trail that runs to the Merwell ranch."
The bear was rolling over and over and threatened each instant to roll on the cowboy and crush him. Snogger was so weak he was unable to save himself or do anything in his own defense. Dave glanced around and his eye fell on the loose stones, some of which had caused him a fall. He dropped his rifle, seized a fair-sized stone and hurled it at the bear.
The second half of the entertainment was in full swing when one of the men with Snogger commenced to laugh uproariously. His companion joined in, and both made such a noise that not a word spoken on the stage could be heard by the rest of the audience. "Say, keep quiet there!" called out Sid Todd, who was acting as a sort of usher.
"I was wishing I'd get a chance at a bear." He saw that Snogger was deeply affected, and was swallowing a lump that came up in his throat. "And to think it was you, boy!" went on the cowboy, feelingly. "You and after what I did to you!" "Let us forget that, Snogger." "I ain't going to forgit it. I was a low-down hound, that's what I was," said the man, with energy.
As he stood over his victim the second shot hit him in the hind quarters, causing him to whirl around. Then the third shot landed in his side, and made him double up like a ball and roll over and over. "Kill him! Kill him!" came faintly from Hank Snogger. "Don't let him git at me ag'in!" Dave tried to fire another shot, but for some reason then unknown the rifle refused to work.
"Come to think of it, that man does look like the little newsboy," said Roger, slowly. "Do you suppose they can be related?" "I'd hate to think that Charley Gamp was related to such a fellow," said Phil. "Snogger isn't a nice sort to have anything to do with." "Mr. Endicott said he didn't use to be so bad," answered Dave. "It is only lately since he went to work for Mr.
They found that he had a pretty fair stock of candy and magazines, and each boy purchased what he thought would suit the others and himself. In the fun and good spirits that followed Hank Snogger was, for the time being, forgotten. Two days later there was a rounding-up of some of the cattle and the boys were allowed to participate.
I reckon he was sure mad, for finally he bit Hank Snogger, and Hank had to treat him to a dose of lead." "Is Hank Snogger still with Mr. Endicott?" questioned Laura. "No, he ain't," answered Sid Todd, shortly. "He left two months ago. A good job done, too," added the cowboy. "Who was this Hank Snogger?" asked Dave, in a low voice of his sister, for he saw that the subject was distasteful to Todd.
Andrews took the horses up into Canada and sold them at several places, so I don't think I'll be able to get them back. But, if I can prove Link guilty, I shall most certainly hold his father responsible." Hank Snogger was anxious to go East, to find his son, but was persuaded to remain where he was until the young folks should bring their visit to an end.
Then the pair clinched, swung around and around, and finally went down, with Dave on top. "Break away there!" sang out Hank Snogger, and caught Dave by the ear. "Git up off him!" "Leave Porter alone!" yelled Sid Todd, and caught Snogger by the hair. "This is the boys' fight, 'tain't yours." "That's right! That's right!" came from several. "Leave the kids alone."
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