Cowboy Dave; Or, The Round-up at Rolling River

by Frank V. Webster

"You had your chance," said Dave, grimly. "If you couldn't take advantage of it that's not my fault."

Then he rode off, collected the strays he was looking for, and made his way back to the ranch.

"What's the matter, Dave?" asked Pocus Pete, as he saw the lad leap from his pony. "Did you have a fall?"

"No, it was the other fellow," was the grim answer.

"Len?"

"Yes."

"Does he look anything like you?"

"Worse!"

Dave's face was scratched and one eye bruised.

"Well, I s'pose it had to be," chuckled Pocus Pete. "What'd he do, try to rope you?"