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Duffield, J. W.

"Bert Wilson in the Rockies"

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redskins won't start to surround us until then, and by quick work he
might get out before they'd finished postin' a ring around us."
"But even if you get to the railroad how are you going to telegraph
without an instrument?" inquired Tom.
"Leave that to me," replied Bert; "if I can only get that far I'll manage
to telegraph all right, never fear."
By this time the sun was low in the west, and a short time afterward it
dipped under the rim of the prairie. For a short time the sky was painted
in vivid colors by its reflected rays, and then the sudden prairie
twilight descended swiftly.
"Now's your time, son," said Buck; "are you all ready?"
"I'll start the first second you think it best," replied Bert, and then
turning shook hands all around, ending up with Dick and Tom.
"We'd go with you, old friend, if it would do any good," said Dick,
wringing Bert's hand. "I guess you know that without my saying it."
"I know it, all right," replied Bert; "but don't you worry about me. The
Indian isn't born yet that can get my scalp."
As he finished speaking Buck said: "You'd better start now, my lad.


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