Injun and Whitey to the Rescue

Injun and Whitey to the Rescue,
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The Golden West Boys
INJUN AND WHITEY TO THE RESCUE
by
WILLIAM S. HART
Author of Injun and Whitey and Injun and Whitey Strike Out for
Themselves, etc.
Illustrated by Harold Cue

[Illustration: THEY COULDN'T SHOOT HIM--HE WAS GOING
TOO FAST (page 272)]

Grosset & Dunlap Publishers New York Made in the United States of
America Copyright, 1922, by William S. Hart All Rights Reserved
Printed In The U.S.A.

PREFACE
In the Boys' Golden West Series I have done my best to present to its
readers the West that I knew as a boy.
Frontier days were made up of many different kinds of humans. There
were men who were muddy-bellied coyotes, so low that they hugged the
ground like a snake. There were girls whose cheeks were so toughened

by shame as to be hardly knowable from squaws. There were stoic
Indians with red-raw, liquor-dilated eyes, peaceable and just when
sober, boastful and intolerant when drunk. And then there were those
White Men, those moulders, those makers of the great, big
open-hearted West, that had not yet been denatured by nesters and wire
fences, men to whom a Colt gun was the court of last appeal and who
did not carry a warrant in their pockets until it was worn out, men who
faced staggering odds and danger single-handed and alone, men who
created and worked out and made an Ideal Civilization,--a country
where doors were left unlocked at night and the windows of the mind
were always open,--men who were always kind to the weak and
unprotected, even if they did have hoofs and horns, men like William B.
(Bat) Masterson and Wyatt Earp. They and their kind made the frontier,
that Great West which we can now look back upon as the most
romantic era of our American History.
I love it; I love all that was ever connected with it; and to all those who
are in sympathy with my crude efforts to set forth what little I know, to
each and every boy who feels a choke in his throat when he reads the
closing lines of "In Memory," I say, I have a choke in my throat too,
and I am silently clutching your hand, for that red boy has crossed the
Big Divide and gone to the Happy Hunting Grounds and the white boy
is saying Farewell.
The Author

CONTENTS
I. An Arrival 1
II. A Surprise 13
III. Mystery 26
IV. Solution 39
V. Bunk-House Talk 51

VI. Boots 66
VII. Education and Other Things 77
VIII. Injun Talks 87
IX. Fish-Hooks and Hooky 115
X. A Hard Job 129
XI. The T Up and Down 139
XII. Felix the Faithless 150
XIII. A Fool's Errand 160
XIV. The Stampede 170
XV. The Cattle-Sheep War 185
XVI. "Medicine" 206
XVII. "The Pride of the West" 218
XVIII. Wonders 229
XIX. Threshing-Time 235
XX. The Story of the Custer Fight 247
XXI. Unrest 263
XXII. The New Order 271
XXIII. Pioneer Days 290
XXIV. "In Memory" 299

ILLUSTRATIONS
They couldn't shoot him--he was going too fast Frontispiece
In Front of Them Stood Sitting Bull 16
Advancing into the Road with both Front Paws Extended 120
The Man's Figure disappeared through the Opening, the Bucket falling
from his Hands 202

INJUN AND WHITEY TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER I
AN ARRIVAL
There was no doubt that affairs were rather dull on the Bar O Ranch; at
least they seemed so to "Whitey," otherwise Alan Sherwood. Since he
and his pal, "Injun," had had the adventures incidental to the finding of
the gold in the mountains, there had been nothing doing. So life seemed
tame to Whitey, to whom so many exciting things had happened since
he had come West that he now had a taste for excitement.
It was Saturday, so there were no lessons, and it was a relief to be free
from