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Mulford, Clarence Edward, 1883-1956

"Hopalong Cassidy's Rustler Round-Up"



CHAPTER XX
A Problem Solved

Hopalong worried his way out of the desert on a straight line, thus
cutting in half the distance he had traveled when going into it. He
camped that night on the sand and early the next morning took up his
journey. It was noon when he began to notice familiar sights, and an
hour later he passed within a mile of line-house No. 3, Double Arrow.
Half an hour later he espied a cow-puncher riding like mad. Thinking
that an investigation would not be out of place, he rode after the
rider and overtook him, when that person paused and retraced his
course.
"Hullo, Hopalong!" shouted the puncher and he came near enough to
recognize his pursuer. "Thought yu was farmin' up on th' Staked
Plain?"
"Hullo, Pie," replied Hopalong, recognizing Pie Willis. "What was yu
chasin' so hard?"
"Coyote-damn `em, but can't they go some? They're gettin' so thick
we'll shore have to try strichnine an' thin `em out."
"I thought anybody that had been raised in th' Panhandle would know
better'n to chase greased lightnin'," rebuked Hopalong. "Yu has got
about as much show catchin' one of them as a tenderfoot has of bustin'
an outlawed cayuse."
"Shore; I know it," responded Pie, grinning. "But it's fun seem'
them hunt th' horizon. What are yu doin' down here an' where are yore
pardners?"
Thereupon Hopalong enlightened his inquisitive companion as to what
had occurred and as to his reasons for riding south.


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