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Not a moment he delayed
When his brave resolve was made.
" Why man," his comrades told him when they heard
of his daring plan, " You are riding straight to death." But he answered, V Save your breath; I may never reach the cow-ranch but I'll do the best
As he crossed the alkali
All his thoughts flew on ahead
To the little band at cow-ranch thinking not of
danger near; With his quirt's unceasing whirl And the jingle of his spurs Little brown Chapo bore the cowboy o'er the far
Lower and lower sank the sun;
He drew rein at Rocky Run;
" Here those men met death, my Chapo," and he
stroked his glossy mane; " So shall those we go to warn Ere the coming of the morn If we fail,— God help my Bessie," and he started
Sharp and clear a rifle shot Woke the echoes of the spot.