. George at the fort; or, Life among the soldiers . ntry, said Bob to himself; andI dont blame them. If I were a stock-raiser Ishouldnt feel very hospitably inclined toward aclass of men who are always on the watch for achance to jump down on me and steal niy wonder if I shall have pluck enough to dis-mount in the midst of all these dogs and makethe arrest ? added Bob as the fierce brutes closedabout him, all of them with their ears laid backclose to their heads and their hair turned thewrong way, and some crouching at his side asif they were about to spring up and pull himout of his
. George at the fort; or, Life among the soldiers . ntry, said Bob to himself; andI dont blame them. If I were a stock-raiser Ishouldnt feel very hospitably inclined toward aclass of men who are always on the watch for achance to jump down on me and steal niy wonder if I shall have pluck enough to dis-mount in the midst of all these dogs and makethe arrest ? added Bob as the fierce brutes closedabout him, all of them with their ears laid backclose to their heads and their hair turned thewrong way, and some crouching at his side asif they were about to spring up and pull himout of his saddle.— Get out! If you interferewith my business there wont be as many of youto-night as there were this morning. Aha! theresone of you out of the muss already. For just here the mule gave a tug at his hal-ter, and Bob, looking over his shoulder to see whatwas the matter, caught a momentary glimpse of atawny body as it rose in the air, and, turning acomplete somersault, landed on the ground all ina heap. One of the dogs, in his eagerness to do. -
Size: 1344px × 1859px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthorcastlemo, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1880, bookyear1882
