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Russell went off to roll himself up in his blanket.

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Russell went off to roll himself up in his blanket.

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Me for the hay, Dave, the cowpuncher said when he had finished. He stretched himself in a long, tired, luxurious yawn. “I’ve rid out a blizzard and I’ve gathered cattle after a stampede till I ‘most thought I’d drop outa the saddle. But I give it to this here li’l’ fire. It’s sure enough a stemwinder. I’m beat. So long, pardner.”

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Me for the hay, Dave, the cowpuncher said when he had finished. He stretched himself in a long, tired, luxurious yawn. “I’ve rid out a blizzard and I’ve gathered cattle after a stampede till I ‘most thought I’d drop outa the saddle. But I give it to this here li’l’ fire. It’s sure enough a stemwinder. I’m beat. So long, pardner.”

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Me for the hay, Dave, the cowpuncher said when he had finished. He stretched himself in a long, tired, luxurious yawn. “I’ve rid out a blizzard and I’ve gathered cattle after a stampede till I ‘most thought I’d drop outa the saddle. But I give it to this here li’l’ fire. It’s sure enough a stemwinder. I’m beat. So long, pardner.”

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Me for the hay, Dave, the cowpuncher said when he had finished. He stretched himself in a long, tired, luxurious yawn. “I’ve rid out a blizzard and I’ve gathered cattle after a stampede till I ‘most thought I’d drop outa the saddle. But I give it to this here li’l’ fire. It’s sure enough a stemwinder. I’m beat. So long, pardner.”

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Me for the hay, Dave, the cowpuncher said when he had finished. He stretched himself in a long, tired, luxurious yawn. “I’ve rid out a blizzard and I’ve gathered cattle after a stampede till I ‘most thought I’d drop outa the saddle. But I give it to this here li’l’ fire. It’s sure enough a stemwinder. I’m beat. So long, pardner.”

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Me for the hay, Dave, the cowpuncher said when he had finished. He stretched himself in a long, tired, luxurious yawn. “I’ve rid out a blizzard and I’ve gathered cattle after a stampede till I ‘most thought I’d drop outa the saddle. But I give it to this here li’l’ fire. It’s sure enough a stemwinder. I’m beat. So long, pardner.”

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Reinforcements came from town. Dave left the trail in charge of a deputy and staggered down with his men to the camp that had been improvised below. He sat down with them and swallowed coffee and ate sandwiches. Steve Russell dressed his burn with salve and bandages sent out by Joyce.

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Reinforcements came from town. Dave left the trail in charge of a deputy and staggered down with his men to the camp that had been improvised below. He sat down with them and swallowed coffee and ate sandwiches. Steve Russell dressed his burn with salve and bandages sent out by Joyce.

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Before the light of day broke he knew that he had won. His men had made good the check-trail that held back the fire in the terrain between Bear and Cattle Ca ons. The fire, worn out and beaten, fell back for lack of fuel upon which to feed.

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For hours the desperate battle went on. Dave lost count of time. One after another of his men retreated to rest. After a time they drifted back to help make the defense good against the plunging fire devil. Sanders alone refused to retire. His parched eyebrows were half gone. His clothes hung about him in shredded rags. He was so exhausted that he could hardly wield a flail. His legs dragged and his arms hung heavy. But he would not give up even for an hour. Through the confused, shifting darkness of the night he led his band, silhouetted on the ridge like gnomes of the nether world, to attack after attack on the tireless, creeping, plunging flames that leaped the trench in a hundred desperate assaults, that howled and hissed and roared like ravenous beasts of prey.