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BOB CHESTER'S GRIT
'round, I didn't know. But I'd no sooner got to my feet than I found out, for on all sides of me the air was split with their awful yells.
"Dropping to my knees, I crawled into the long grass as fast as I could, and the only thing that saved me was because they had been busy with the cattle, and didn't know where I was.
"After they'd hunted for me a while, they rounded up the critters, gathered in my pinto, and moved away.
"Just as soon as I heard 'em going I lit out in the opposite direction, and hoofed it back to Sam's."
