The Boy from the Ranch

The Boy from the Ranch, by
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Title: The Boy from the Ranch Or Roy Bradner's City Experiences
Author: Frank V. Webster

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THE BOY FROM THE RANCH
Or
Roy Bradner's City Experiences
by
FRANK V. WEBSTER
Author of "Only a Farm Boy," "The Newsboy Partners," "Bob the
Castaway," "The Young Treasure Hunter," Etc.
Illustrated

[Frontispiece: "Some fired their revolvers"]

New York Cupples & Leon Company Publishers Copyright, 1909, by
Cupples & Leon Company THE BOY FROM THE RANCH

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
ROY RECEIVES A MESSAGE II. MR. BRADNER IS SUSPICIOUS
III. A FAREWELL RIDE IV. ROY IS PUZZLED V. A QUEER BED
VI. A SUDDEN AWAKENING VII. A GAME ON THE TRAIN VIII.

A STOP FOR REPAIRS IX. THE DUDE IS SWINDLED X. ROY
GAINS A FRIEND XI. ROY STOPS A RUNAWAY XII. AT THE
HOTEL XIII. A VISIT TO MR. ANNISTER XIV. ROY'S TRICK XV.
CALEB ANNISTER IS SURPRISED XVI. SOME NEW
EXPERIENCES XVII. CALEB ANNISTER MAKES PLANS XVIII.
ROY IN DANGER XIX. ROY IS MISSING XX. IN THE
TENEMENT XXI. A DANGEROUS DESCENT XXII. GETTING A
CLUE XXIII. A LAWYER'S ADVICE XXIV. ANOTHER
RASCALLY ATTEMPT XXV. THE ROUND-UP--CONCLUSION

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"Some fired their revolvers" . . . . . . Frontispiece
"Look out," cried Roy, "they are swindlers!"
"Get out of my office!"
"I think you'll stay there for a while," said Wakely.

THE BOY FROM THE RANCH
CHAPTER I
ROY RECEIVES A MESSAGE
"Hi there, Low Bull, ruste [Transcriber's note: rustle?] around the other
way and round up them steers! Hustle now! What's the matter with you?
Want to go to sleep on the trail?"
Billy Carew, foreman of the Triple O ranch, addressed these remarks to
a rather ugly-looking Indian, who was riding a pony that seemed much
too small for him. The Indian, who was employed as a cowboy, was
letting his steed amble slowly along, paying little attention to the work
of rounding up the cattle.

"Come now, Low Bull, get a move on," advised the foreman. "Make
believe you're hunting palefaces," he added, and then, speaking in a
lower tone he said: "this is the last time I'll ever hire a lazy Indian to
help round-up."
"What's the matter, Billy?" asked a tall, well-built lad, riding up to the
foreman.
"Matter? Everything's the matter. Here I foolishly go and give Low
Bull charge of the left wing of rounding up these steers, and he's so
lazy and good-for-nothing that he'll let half of 'em get away 'fore we get
back to the ranch. Get a move on you now!" he called to the Indian, and,
seeing that the foreman was very much in earnest, Low Bull urged his
pony to a gallop, and began to get the straggling steers into some kind
of shape.
"Can't I help you, Billy?" asked the boy.
Since he is to figure largely in this story I shall give you a brief
description of him. Roy Bradner was the only son of James Bradner,
who owned a large ranch, near the town of Painted Stone, in Colorado.
The boy's mother was dead, and he had lived with his father on the
ranch ever since he was a baby.
Spending much of his time in the open air, Roy had become almost as
strong and sturdy as a man, and in some respects he could do the work
of one.
He was quite expert in managing horses, even steeds that had never
known a saddle, and at throwing the lariat, or lasso, few on the ranch
could beat him. He was a good shot with the revolver and rifle, and, in
short, was a typical western boy.
"Can't I help you, Billy?" the lad asked again, as he saw the foreman
had not appeared to hear his question.
"Yes, I wish you would, Roy. Ride up there alongside of Low Bull, and
sort of keep him up to the mark. It sure looks as if he was going to

sleep in the saddle."
"I'll do it, Billy. Where are we going to camp to-night?"
"Well, I guess if we make