The King of the Thundering 

 Herd 



CHAPTER I 



CROSSING THE GREAT PLAINS 



BENNIE ANDERSON sat on the lee side of 

 the prairie schooner, watching the dancing 

 camp-fire, and listening to the howling of 

 the coyotes. 



Three months before, this diabolical, 

 many-keyed chorus that came from a dis- 

 tant butte, would have filled him with ter- 

 ror, but now it had no fears for him. He 

 was getting used to the sights and sounds 

 of the frontier, for he was a pioneer, going 

 into the wild, desolate country with the rest 

 of the family in search of a new home. 



