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“Come on, Bob, let’s get a couple of horses and ride up into the range country. I hear there are some wonderful ranches farther up country.” “I was on board the coal steamer—that’s where I was. His name is Hobborn, Mother, and just listen! he set a big jar of preserves before me—I think it was raspberries—and I ate a lot, and then he gave me this whistle. Now I’ll blow it.” An ear-splitting blast followed. Up the gangplank she walked, entirely alone, and looking around with a radiantly happy face. “But it is a terrible thing. Carlstrom says that I’ve ruined Bob riding him so hard and that Bob must be”—.