This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ...Where are they? He was scanning the pasturage that stretched from the Pass to the stream. Fusser was grazing alone. The other horses, Lucky, where are they? Gone, exclaimed Lucky briefly. Rutland has taken 'em below. Ross slid to the ground stiffly from the saddle, and stood staring over it into Lucky ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ...Where are they? He was scanning the pasturage that stretched from the Pass to the stream. Fusser was grazing alone. The other horses, Lucky, where are they? Gone, exclaimed Lucky briefly. Rutland has taken 'em below. Ross slid to the ground stiffly from the saddle, and stood staring over it into Lucky's eyes. Rutland I Gone below? When? This noon. Lucky applied himself to the buckles on the saddle. His hands shook, and his manner was full of suppressed excitement very unlike steady old Lucky. What's the matter? Ross burst out. Lucky, what's happened? The saddle slid to the ground; and Lucky, straightening himself, looked at Ross with unnatural eyes. Doc, he explained hoarsely, Rutland's struck it the richest I ever seen. He put another shot yesterday afternoon, and the gold-bearin' quartz fell all around the Hoof. See hereI This is the blowpipe test on one chunk. He drew from his slicker pocket a tiny nugget of gold which the melted quartz had given up, and Ross's excitement mounted. This--from the old Hoof I he stammered, examining the ore. Yes, from the old Hoof I repeated Lucky, and his agitated voice was solemn. There's a lot more of the ore like what this come from scattered all 'round the Hoof Oh, yes, here's a pieceI I slipped it into my pocket out yon. The blast sent it over clean t' my feet. Lucky laid the piece of ore on his palm beside the tiny nugget. The former was large as a hen's egg, and sparkled dully with flecks of gold. As Ross put out his hand to take it, he glanced up commiseratingly at Lucky, who was still regarding him with strained and...
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