The storm had
passed away, and the sky cleared by that time. The boys were sitting up,
waiting, none of them thinking of seeking his bed.
"Hello, Frank, my lad! I'm mighty glad to find you here, safe and sound.
I saw your pony at the stable, and that you had bound up his leg,
showing a sprain. But I was afraid that something more serious had been
the matter. You don't know how relieved I was to see your horse; and
Reddy, too. The poor fellow has been in a sweat with fear ever since the
stampede broke out," was the hearty way the rancher greeted Frank as he
came bustling in.
"Oh, I was right in the line of the rush, but by clever work on the
part of my pony managed to reach the trees before they caught me. But
what's the report about the cattle, sir?" asked Frank eagerly.
"The boys have halted them about ten miles from here. Thanks to the
storm stopping, and the animals getting leg weary, we managed to head
them off. Little damage done, except to our feelings. These things
happen once in a while, and are really unavoidable. Steers in a panic
are crazy; but then I suppose the same would apply to human beings, if
all accounts are true that I read about theater fires and such things.
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