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THE OLLA
XXVII. OVER THE LINE
XXVIII. A GAMBLE
XXIX. QUERY
XXX. BRENT'S MISTAKE
XXXI. FUGITIVE
XXXII. EL PASO
XXXIII. THE SPIDER'S ACCOUNT
XXXIV. DORIS
XXXV. "CAUGHT IT JUST IN TIME"
XXXVI. WHITE-EYE
XXXVII. "CLOSE THE CASES"
XXXVIII. GETTING ACQUAINTED
XXXIX. A PUZZLE GAME
XL. THE MAN DOWNSTAIRS
XLI. "A LAND FAMILIAR"
XLII. "OH, SAY TWO THOUSAND"
XLIII. A NEW HAT--A NEW TRAIL
XLIV. THE OLD TRAIL
XLV. HOME FOLKS
XLVI. THE RIDIN' KID FROM POWDER RIVER


ILLUSTRATIONS

THE RIDIN' KID . . . . _Colored Frontispiece_
_Drawn by Stanley L. Wood_

"SAY, AIN'T WE PARDNERS?"
PETE
COTTON HEARD PETE'S HAND STRIKE THE BUTT OF HIS GUN
AS THE HOLSTER TILTED UP
"OF A TRUTH, NO!" SAID BOCA, AND SHE SWUNG THE BOTTLE

_Drawn by R. M. Brinkerhoff_


The Ridin' Kid from Powder River

CHAPTER I
YOUNG PETE
With the inevitable pinto or calico horse in his string the
horse-trader drifted toward the distant town of Concho, accompanied by
a lazy cloud of dust, a slat-ribbed dog, and a knock-kneed foal that
insisted on getting in the way of the wagon team.


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