THE WOLF HUNTERS 



By this time we were all heading for Jim Brown's 

 livery stable. There we found the wagon in the 

 back lot, and the team, a good pair of mules, in 

 the barn. When we had looked over the well ap- 

 pointed rig and made a rough estimate of its prob- 

 able value we began to fear that the owners would 

 ask more than we could pay for it. Wild Bill was 

 absent. 



I asked: "What do you think of the outfit, 

 Tom?" 



"It's one of the best camp equipments I ever 

 saw," replied Tom, "but I am afraid it's too rich 

 for our blood. Those mules and harness alone 

 would be cheap at two hundred and fifty dollars. 

 The wagon is easy worth another hundred dollars, 

 and there is no telling what the camp outfit cost. 

 They must have let Bill fit things up to his own 

 notion, and Bill never did know the value of 

 money. It may be, as Bill said, that they don't 

 expect much for it and they'll let us have it cheap 

 as dirt. We'd better be quick, if we can, before 

 some one else snaps it up." 



"Here comes Wild Bill himself!" exclaimed 

 Jack; and sure enough, that first of frontier scouts, 

 in beaded buckskins and with his long, tawny hair 

 hanging down his back, came striding through the 

 barn to meet us. Bill confirmed what Jack had 

 told us, and said that as these young men seemed,, 

 to have more money than they knew what to do 

 with he had rigged up as good an outfit as he knew 



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