Directly the invalid’s querulous demand for the rancher was made, Moses started off to fetch him.,
“I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet.,
“All but finding the job, mother. Jobs don’t hunt boys; and mine’s going to be waiting for me when the school house door shuts: that is, if I can persuade any man in the town or county that he needs a boy my size.”.
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