The Boy Ranchers at Spur Creek — Willard F. Baker

Then I told 'em to stop until I could get a look at 'em, but they turned and made off, and that was worse, so I fired a couple of times after 'em.Where are they now? asked Dick.That's what we're going to find out; son, was the foreman's grim answer. You there, Babe? he called to his fat assistant, who rejoiced in the diminutive nickname.All there is of me, was the sighing answer. Stand still there, you slab-sided chunk of salt pork! he called to his horse, which was nervously swerving about. And Babe Milton was too heavy to be a quick mounter. He needed special attention on the part of his steed.