The Pacing Mustang 



E 



O CALONE threw down his 



saddle on the dusty ground, 



turned his horses loose, and 



went clanking into the ranch- 



fi # house. 



" Nigh about chuck time? " 

 he asked. 



" Seventeen minutes," said 

 the cook glancing at the Waterbury, with the 

 air of a train-starter, though this show of pre- 

 cision had never yet been justified by events. 



"How's things on the Perico ?" said Jo's 

 pard. 



" Hotter' n hinges," said Jo. « Cattle seem 

 O. K. ; lots of calves." 



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