The Project Gutenberg eBook, Injun and Whitey to the Rescue, by William S. Hart, Illustrated by Harold Cue

Title: Injun and Whitey to the Rescue

Author: William S. Hart

Release Date: October 14, 2005 [eBook #16870]

Language: English

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They couldn't shoot him—he was going too fast

THE GOLDEN WEST BOYS

INJUN AND WHITEY TO THE RESCUE

BY WILLIAM S. HART

AUTHOR OF

INJUN AND WHITEY
AND INJUN AND WHITEY STRIKE OUT FOR THEMSELVES, Etc.

ILLUSTRATED BY HAROLD CUE

GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Made in the United States of America

COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY WILLIAM S. HART
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
PRINTED IN THE U.S.A.

PREFACE

In the Boys' Golden West Series I have done my best to present to its readers the West that I knew as a boy.

Frontier days were made up of many different kinds of humans. There were men who were muddy-bellied coyotes, so low that they hugged the ground like a snake. There were girls whose cheeks were so toughened by shame as to be hardly knowable from squaws. There were stoic Indians with red-raw, liquor-dilated eyes, peaceable and just when sober, boastful and intolerant when drunk. And then there were those White Men, those moulders, those makers of the great, big open-hearted West, that had not yet been denatured by nesters and wire fences, men to whom a Colt gun was the court of last appeal and who did not carry a warrant in their pockets until it was worn out, men who faced staggering odds and danger single-handed and alone, men who created and worked out and made an Ideal Civilization,—a country where doors were left unlocked at night and the windows of the mind were always open,—men who were always kind to the weak and unprotected, even if they did have hoofs and horns, men like William B. (Bat) Masterson and Wyatt Earp. They and their kind made the frontier, that Great West which we can now look back upon as the most romantic era of our American History.

I love it; I love all that was ever connected with it; and to all those who are in sympathy with my crude efforts to set forth what little I know, to each and every boy who feels a choke in his throat when he reads the closing lines of "In Memory," I say, I have a choke in my throat too, and I am silently clutching your hand, for that red boy has crossed the Big Divide and gone to the Happy Hunting Grounds and the white boy is saying Farewell.

The Author