Got it in his eye."
Dave jumped up, holding the piece of fox-tail grass yet in the nippers.
Sid relaxed the lasso, and Rix rose slowly to his feet. The colt shut
his eyes, and shook his head, as if wondering whether the agonizing
fox-tail was really out at last.
"Poor fellow!" said Sid.
"I knowed that was it," asserted Dave. "I see something was the matter
with his eye when he come in this noon."
Rix, released, trotted away.
"Guess he'll stay out of fox-tail after this," said Sid.
"I dunno," said Dave. "Critters walk right into trouble with their
eyes wide open. I'm going to make bread now."
Sid followed into the shanty, and watched Dave stir together sour milk
and soda for bread. The ranch was away in the hills, much too far from
any town for visits from the baker's wagon. The treeless hills were
the ranging-place of cattle and horses. Far away in the valley Sid
could see the river-bed. It was dry now, but Dave said that if one dug
down anywhere in the sand, one could find a current of water a few feet
below the surface.
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