Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Cowboys -- Juvenile fiction; Prairies -- United States -- Juvenile fiction
In vain Jack protested he knew nothing about the horse's escape. Lem's
temper was bad from the effects of his drinking bout, and as ill-luck
would have it, the boy was the victim of it.
'Look here, kid,' he said sternly, 'it was your business to see to them
creatures when we were gone away, an' I guess you'll skip out an' find
that there Nigger as quick as you can. Not a step on with us do you
go, till he's brought back again!'
[Illustration: '"YOU'D BETTER NOT COME BACK WITHOUT THE HORSE."']
'I've looked all round the camp this mornin',' said Jack dolefully,
'but I haven't seen no tracks of him. Would you let me get on Yankee
Boy an' ride over to that clump of trees over there?'
'No! I guess you can walk that far,' returned Lem, 'an' I reckon you'd
better not come back again without the horse. I mayhap would like to
ride Yankee Boy mysel' an' have a look round.'
Poor Jack! He looked wistfully at the recumbent figure of Jeff, who
was still in a deep slumber, and then, seeing there was no help for it,
bravely put the best face he could on the matter, and set forth. He
carried a long leather rope to catch the horse with, and walked towards
the trees, which were about a couple of miles from the camp.
As he approached them, he noticed they were growing at the entrance of
a deep ravine that ran back towards the mountains, with a creek running
through it. It was a very rough place; boulders lay strewed about, but
here and there were patches of grass which looked so much fresher and
greener than that which grew on the prairie, that Jack noticed the
difference. It also struck him that the grass looked as if it had been
freshly trampled, and in a moment the idea flashed into his mind that
Nigger had, without doubt, wandered up the ravine. Jack never
hesitated a moment, but started to follow up the tracks he saw so
plainly. It was a pleasant change from the hot prairie, as the trees
shaded him from the sun, and he climbed steadily on over the stony
path, hoping every minute to come on the truant. The ravine ran
between towering walls of rock, covered with piñon and oak-scrub, and
completely hid all the adjoining prairie from view.
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