. Cattle-ranch to college : the true tale of a boy's adventures in the far West . cusTEKr< COMMAND. {Page 53.) A NARROW ESCAPE. foot made a patriotic speech that took the crowdby storm—he was no tenderfoot in that line, forhis college debating society experience servedhim in good stead. At sundown the guests began to arrive at BlackJacks, and before an hour had passed the ballw^as in full swing. It could hardly be called afashionable assemblage: the men, of whom therewere three or four to every woman, were dressedmuch as usual, spurs and all, except that in com-pliance with the request plac
. Cattle-ranch to college : the true tale of a boy's adventures in the far West . cusTEKr< COMMAND. {Page 53.) A NARROW ESCAPE. foot made a patriotic speech that took the crowdby storm—he was no tenderfoot in that line, forhis college debating society experience servedhim in good stead. At sundown the guests began to arrive at BlackJacks, and before an hour had passed the ballw^as in full swing. It could hardly be called afashionable assemblage: the men, of whom therewere three or four to every woman, were dressedmuch as usual, spurs and all, except that in com-pliance with the request placarded prominently,their * guns were laid aside. A single fiddler served for an orchestra, andalso acted as master of ceremonies, calling out thefigures of the dances. The violin was squeaking merrily and the feetof the dancers thumped the rough boards vigor-ously, while the lamp lights silhouetted the un-couth figures as they passed between them andthe open window. John and Ben, wdio were watching from theouter darkness, were suddenly startled by hear-ing the long, deep whis
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