six star ranch

THE PRAIRIE - AND MOONLIGHT (13)

“And will they be all right—then?” shivered Elsie.

“Hm-m; yes,” nodded Mr. Tim, “—till the next thing sets them going. Then they’ll be again on their feet, every last one of them—heads and tails erect. Oh, they’re a pretty sight then— they are!”

“They must be,” remarked Tilly. “Still—well, I sha’n’t ask you again what a stampede is—not to-night.”

Mr. Tim laughed.

“Well, Miss Tilly, ’tain’t likely I could show you one if you did. I don’t always keep ’em so handy! And now I reckon we’d better hit the trail for the Six Star, and be right lively about it, too,” he added, “or we’ll be having Mis’ Kennedy out here herself on a broncho after ye!”

Half an hour later a white-faced, teary-eyed little woman at the Six Star Ranch was trying to get her joyful arms around six girls at once.