. Buck Peters : ranchman . e breech of the heavy Sharps to be again as-sured it was loaded. A bigger cartridge than he hadever used confronted him: four inches of brass and lead,throwing a 500-grain bullet by the terrific force of onehundred and twenty grains of powder. The forty-fiveSharps Special raised Hopalong another notch inPickles estimation — truly it was a mans weapon. Gosh! he gloated, and then glanced thoughtfullyacross the open plain towards the horseman. Twelvehundred, all right, he muttered, regretfully, for onehundred would have suited him better. But a swiftsmile chased away th
. Buck Peters : ranchman . e breech of the heavy Sharps to be again as-sured it was loaded. A bigger cartridge than he hadever used confronted him: four inches of brass and lead,throwing a 500-grain bullet by the terrific force of onehundred and twenty grains of powder. The forty-fiveSharps Special raised Hopalong another notch inPickles estimation — truly it was a mans weapon. Gosh! he gloated, and then glanced thoughtfullyacross the open plain towards the horseman. Twelvehundred, all right, he muttered, regretfully, for onehundred would have suited him better. But a swiftsmile chased away the scowl. The rifle belonging toHopalong never missed — he had Bucks word for that— and besides, he had made his wish. One last lookaround for a cover nearer to Dave, and the big sightwas raised and set. The gun went to his shoulder andthe heavy report crashed out of a huge cloud of graysmoke as the Sharps spoke. Daves sullen temper was rudely jogged Into fierceand righteous anger. Something hit his face. Some- [250 ]. .-l^-M^ r^^ - \ J (ft The rifle beloiiginor to Hopalong never missed — and besides, he had made his wish Karl to the Rescue thing else screamed past him, struck a rock and whirredinto the sky with a sharp, venomous burr. The pony,resenting Daves painful appropriation of part of hisear, went up into the air and came down on stiff legs,its back arching once as it landed. The instant thehoofs were firmly on the ground it stretched out andran as it never had before, Dave helpless to check heavy, sharp report of the huge rifle in Pickleshand had no sooner reached him than he had all he coulddo to hold his seat. But the sound of that bullet pass-ing him, lingered in his mind long after he had regainedcontrol of his terrified mount. Pickles, swallowing hard and holding one shoulderwith a timidly investigating hand, blinked his dazedeyes as he looked about, inquiringly. He rememberedpulling the trigger — and then the Goat had reachedout thirty feet and ki
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