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BOOKS FOR BOYS
By FRANK V. WEBSTER
[Illustration: HE WHEELED AND RODE STRAIGHT AT THE ONCOMING STEERS]
"Hi! Yi! Yip!"
"Woo-o-o-o! Wah! Zut!"
"Here we come!"
What was coming seemed to be a thunderous cloud of dust, from the midst ofwhich came strange, shrill sounds, punctuated with sharp cries, that didnot appear to be altogether human.
The dust-cloud grew thicker, the thunder sounded louder, and the yellswere shriller.
From one of a group of dull, red buildings a sun-bronzed man steppedforth.
He shaded his eyes with a brown, powerful hand, gazed for an instanttoward the approaching cloud of animated and vociferous dust and, turningto a smiling Chinese who stood near, with a pot in his hand, remarked in aslow, musical drawl:
"Well Hop Loy, here they are, rip-roarin' an' snortin' from th' round-up!"
"Alle samee hungly, too," observed the Celestial with unctious blandness.
"You can sure make a point of that Hop Loy," went on the other. "Hungry istheir middle name just now, and you'd better begin t' rustle th' grub, orI wouldn't give an empty forty-five for your pig-tail."
"Oi la!" fairly screamed the Chinese, as, with a quick gesture toward hislong queue, he scuttled toward the cook house, which stood in the midst ofthe other low ranch buildings. "Glub leady alle samee light now!" Hop Loycried over his shoulder.
"It better be!" ominously observed Pocus Pete, foreman of the Bar U ranch,one of the best-outfitted in the Rolling River section. "It better b