Bud, you have a good eye."
"Orter hev. I've been runnin' my eye over herds fer many a year. So,
we've been done out o' more'n five hundred head, eh? Well, Stella comes
fust, an' then ther man what thinks he kin rustle cattle from the
broncho boys had better take a runnin' jump outer this man's country."
CHAPTER XXXIII.
LITTLE DICK IN TROUBLE.
Little Dick Fosdick had been forgotten by Ted and the broncho boys in
their anxiety over the absence of Stella.
They had seen him around the camp, but as it was impossible for him to
accompany them on their hard rides, he had been left to his own devices.
He spent his days riding with one of the cowboys on the herd, and
grieving in his own way for Stella.
He was a sensible little chap, and seldom complained at his loneliness.
His life alone had made him patient, and he took it out in thinking.
He was now well able to take care of himself, although Stella insisted
in "mothering" him when she was in camp.
Little Dick, as most of the boys called him, felt himself quite a man,
for he could now catch his own pony and saddle it whenever he wanted to
ride, and no one paid any attention to him as he came and went.
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