Summary

James Otis Dick in the Desert

Looking about scrutinizingly, as those born and bred on the frontier learn to do early in life, Dick saw his father's rifle twenty feet or more away, and between it and him a trail of blood through the sage-brush, then a sinister, crimson blotch on the sand.
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James Otis Dick in the Desert

Stevens cried, aroused from his suffering for an instant by the bold assertion. "You shall never do it, Dick, not if I had [Pg 27] twenty wounds! It's as much as a man's life is worth to cross the desert on foot, and these horses of ours are worse than none at all."
"By the time we've been in camp a couple of weeks where the feed is good, they'll pick up in great shape, and be fit to haul the old wagon home. Won't it be prime to see the town once more? And there'll be no more hunting 'round for a place where we can get a livin' easy, eh, daddy?"
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James Otis Dick in the Desert

Dick said half to himself.
"And even if they could, we must have food."
"See here, mother; you fix up daddy's leg the best you know how, and I'll look around for something that'll fill the pot. There are rabbits here in plenty, though it's mighty hard luck when you have to waste a cartridge on each one. I'll have enough in the way of meat by the time you've washed the wound. I've heard the poor old man himself say that plenty of cool water was needed on a bullet-hole."
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