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Cullum, Ridgwell, [pseud.], 1867-1943

"The Forfeit"

Ther's their tracks clear as day. This is their
hiding. Wal, I guess there's jest one thing to be done. It's our duty
to track 'em down. Our duty to the cattle world, Jeff, boy."
"But what about--Ronald?"
Bud looked him squarely in the eyes.
"We're cattlemen first, Jeff. The other'll come later."
Jeff nodded, but there was a certain reluctance in his manner. His
whole heart was set upon the search for his twin brother. He felt that
his duty as a cattleman scarcely had the right to claim him at such a
time. But the older man's manner made it difficult to protest, and, in
deference to him, he felt it would be ungenerous to refuse. After all
it only meant perhaps the delay of a day for his own projects.
"Then we'll feed and water right here, Bud," he said resignedly. "We
can leave our pack ponies, and ride light. There's five hours of
daylight yet."
"Yes, five hours good. Thanks, boy. Don't you worry a thing. We'll
make this time good. We're goin' to find your Ronald--if he's
anywheres around these Cathills.


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