Bowman knew the West when it was half-sheriff and half-desperado and he lived this story. It is an evening's entertainment. Thrilling when you come to the rescue, exciting when you come to the race--but whether thrilling or exciting, The Ramblin' Kid is always humorous.
g, oilcloth covered table. The food, wholesome, plain and abundant, was already served.
Silently each heaped his plate with the viands before him while Sing Pete circled the table pouring coffee into the white porcelain cups. The Quarter Circle KT was famous for the excellence of its grub and the Chink was an expert cook.
"Lordy, oh, lordy," Old Heck groaned, "it don't seem possible them women are coming!"
"Maybe they won't," Parker sympathized. "When they get that telegram they ought to turn around and go back--"
"Chuck's coming!" Bert Lilly exclaimed at that moment and the sound of a horse stopping suddenly at the front of the house reached the ears of the group at the table.
"Go ask him if he got an answer, somebody, quick!" Old Heck cried.
As Charley Saunders sprang to his feet Chuck yelled, "They got it and sent an answer! I got one--" and rushed excitedly through the house and into the kitchen waving an envelope, twin to the one Skinny had brought earlier in the day. "They're on Train