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Mulford, Clarence Edward, 1883-1956

"Hopalong Cassidy's Rustler Round-Up"

If yu gets lost within two days from th' time yu
enters th' Plain, put yore left hand on a cactus sometime between sun-
up an' noon, move around until yu are over its shadow an' then ride
straight ahead-that's south. If you goes loco beyond Last Stand Rock,
follow th' shadows made before noon-that's th' quickest way to th'
Pecos. Yu all knows what to do in a sand-storm, so I won't bore you
with that. Repeat all I've told yu," he ordered and they complied.
"I'm tellin' yu this," continued the foreman, indicating the two
auxiliaries, "because yu might get separated from Frenchy. Now I
suggests that yu look around near the' Devils Rocks: I've heard that
there are several water holes among them, an' besides, they might be
turned into fair corrals. Mind yu, I know what I've said sounds damned
idiotic for anybody that has had as much experience with th' Staked
Plain as I have, but I've had every other place searched for miles
around. Th' men of all th' ranches have been scoutin' an' th' Plain is
th' only place left. Them rustlers has got to be found if we have to
dig to hell for them. They've taken th' pot so many times that they
reckons they owns it, an' we've got to at least make a bluff at
drawin' cards. Mebby they're at th' bottom of th' Pecos," here he
smiled faintly, "but wherever they are, we've got to find them. I want
to holler `Keno.


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