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by William S. Hart




  The Golden West Boys

  INJUN AND WHITEY TO THE RESCUE

  by

  WILLIAM S. HART

  Author of Injun and Whitey and Injun and Whitey Strike Out forThemselves, etc.

  Illustrated by Harold Cue

  THEY COULDN'T SHOOT HIM--HE WAS GOING TOO FAST (_page 272_)]

  Grosset & Dunlap Publishers New YorkMade in the United States of AmericaCopyright, 1922, by William S. HartAll Rights ReservedPrinted In The U.S.A.

  PREFACE

  _In the Boys' Golden West Series I have done my best to present to itsreaders the West that I knew as a boy._

  _Frontier days were made up of many different kinds of humans. Therewere men who were muddy-bellied coyotes, so low that they hugged theground like a snake. There were girls whose cheeks were so toughened byshame as to be hardly knowable from squaws. There were stoic Indianswith red-raw, liquor-dilated eyes, peaceable and just when sober,boastful and intolerant when drunk. And then there were those White Men,those moulders, those makers of the great, big open-hearted West, thathad not yet been denatured by nesters and wire fences, men to whom aColt gun was the court of last appeal and who did not carry a warrant intheir pockets until it was worn out, men who faced staggering odds anddanger single-handed and alone, men who created and worked out and madean Ideal Civilization,--a country where doors were left unlocked atnight and the windows of the mind were always open,--men who werealways kind to the weak and unprotected, even if they did have hoofs andhorns, men like William B. (Bat) Masterson and Wyatt Earp. They andtheir kind made the frontier, that Great West which we can now look backupon as the most romantic era of our American History._

  _I love it; I love all that was ever connected with it; and to all thosewho are in sympathy with my crude efforts to set forth what little Iknow, to each and every boy who feels a choke in his throat when hereads the closing lines of "In Memory," I say, I have a choke in mythroat too, and I am silently clutching your hand, for that red boy hascrossed the Big Divide and gone to the Happy Hunting Grounds and thewhite boy is saying Farewell._

  The Author

  CONTENTS

  I. An Arrival 1

  II. A Surprise 13

  III. Mystery 26

  IV. Solution 39

  V. Bunk-House Talk 51

  VI. Boots 66

  VII. Education and Other Things 77

  VIII. Injun Talks 87

  IX. Fish-Hooks and Hooky 115

  X. A Hard Job 129

  XI. The T Up and Down 139

  XII. Felix the Faithless 150

  XIII. A Fool's Errand 160

  XIV. The Stampede 170

  XV. The Cattle-Sheep War 185

  XVI. "Medicine" 206

  XVII. "The Pride of the West" 218

  XVIII. Wonders 229

  XIX. Threshing-Time 235

  XX. The Story of the Custer Fight 247

  XXI. Unrest 263

  XXII. The New Order 271

  XXIII. Pioneer Days 290

  XXIV. "In Memory" 299

  ILLUSTRATIONS

  They couldn't shoot him--he was going too fast _Frontispiece_

  In Front of Them Stood Sitting Bull 16

  Advancing into the Road with both Front Paws Extended 120

  The Man's Figure disappeared through the Opening, the Bucket falling from his Hands 202

  INJUN AND WHITEY TO THE RESCUE

 

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