The Boy from the Ranch

Hi there Low Bull ruste [Transcriber's note: rustle?] around the other way and round up them steers! Hustle now! What's the matter with you? Want to go to sleep on the trail? Billy Carew foreman of the Triple O ranch addressed these remarks to a rather ugly-looking Indian who was riding a pony that seemed much too small for him. The Indian who was employed as a cowboy was letting his steed amble slowly along paying little attention to the work of rounding up the cattle. Come now Low Bull get a move on advised the foreman. Make believe you're hunting palefaces he added and then speaking in a lower tone he said: this is the last time I'll ever hire a lazy Indian to help round-up. What's the matter Billy? asked a tall well-built lad riding up to the foreman.