With half title.

Illustrations: Frances M.A. Roe and her dog, Hal -- It see-sawed back and forth and then sideways, in an awful breakneck way -- My horse behaved very well -- I was almost swept from my saddle -- Off the whole band will streak -- The long-legged dogs are steadily gaining upon him -- Two soldiers were found shot in the back -- Watching us closely -- A band of Cheyenne Indians swooped down upon them -- Forty or fifty Indians came rushing down the drive -- He tried to jerk it out of Faye's hand -- Saddled, and ridden away at race speed -- Chased these Indians all the afternoon -- Imagine all this savage hideousness rushing upon you -- Hal has always gone with me riding or driving -- The little black-shaved tails pulled the ambulance -- Then the driver would send the four mules down at a swinging trot -- There was no road or even trail to be seen -- The trail was so sliding that the men had to fasten big ropes to the upper side of the wagon -- The death of Buckskin Joe -- Pete was in an alkali bog and slowly going down -- The pilot is uncoupled and run down ahead -- The poor deer would undoubtedly have been shot if we had been a minute later -- The poor horse was terrible frightened -- We were obliged to wade every step -- The inspection was all too short.