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 CHAPTER I AN ARRIVAL There was no doubt that affairs were rather dull on the Bar O Ranch; at least they seemed so to "Whitey," otherwise Alan Sherwood. Since he and his pal, "Injun," had had the adventures incidental to the finding of the gold in the mountains, there had been nothing doing. So life seemed tame to Whitey, to whom so many exciting things had happened since he had come West that he now had a taste for excitement. It was Saturday, so there were no lessons, and it was a relief to be free from the teachings of John Big Moose, the educated Dakota, who acted as tutor for Injun and Whitey. Not that John was impatient with his pupils. He was too patient, if anything, his own boyhood not being so far behind him that he had forgotten that outdoors, in the Golden West, is apt to prove more interesting to fifteen-year-old youth than printed books--especially when one half the class is of Indian blood. As Whitey stood near the bunk house and thought of these things, his eye was attracted by a speck moving toward him across the prairie. He watched it with the interest one might have in a ship at sea; as one watches in a place in which few moving things are seen. The speck was small, and was coming toward Whitey slowly. From around the corner of the bunk house Injun approached. It will be remembered by those who have read of Injun that he was very fond of pink pajamas. As garments, pink pajamas seemed to Injun to be the real thing. It had been hard to convince him that they were not proper for everyday wear, but when he was half convinced of this fact, he had done the next best thing, and taken to a very pink shirt. This, tucked in a large pair of men's trousers, below which were beaded moccasins, was Injun's costume, which he wore with quiet dignity. "What do you s'pose that is?" asked Whitey, pointing at the speck. "Dog," Injun answered briefly. "A dog!" cried Whitey, who, though he had never ceased to wonder at Injun's keenness of sight, was inclined to question it now. "What can a dog be doing out there?" "Dunno," Injun replied. "Him dog." Injun's education had not as yet sunk in deep enough to affect his speech.