Dick went back to camp, which was deserted save for Bill McCall, the
cook, who was asleep under the chuck wagon, and Mrs. Graham, who was
lying down in her tent.
Dick buckled on his belt and holster, and, mounting his pony Spraddle,
set out for a long ride across the prairie.
In the boot of his saddle rested his little Remington, a present from
Stella. He was going to look for an antelope, and he thought how proud
Ted would be if he brought one back with him.
He knew how hard it was to get close enough to an antelope to shoot it,
but he had just enough gameness to think that he could get one if he
came within range of it.
Anyhow, there were coyotes and jack rabbits.
He rode across the prairie at a smart gallop, occasionally changing his
course to chase a jack rabbit, which generally disappeared over a rise
in the ground like a streak of gray dust, and was seen no more.
At noon he stopped for a few minutes to eat the biscuit and piece of
bacon which he had taken from the rear of the chuck wagon before setting
forth.
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