Many a grizzly bear did the famous “silver rifle” lay low, and many a wild, exciting chase and adventure did Dick go through; but during his occasional visits to the Mustang Valley he was wont to say to Joe Blunt and Henri—­with whom he always sojourned—­that “nothin’ he ever felt or saw came up to his first grand dash over the western prairies into the heart of the Rocky Mountains.”  And in saying this, with enthusiasm in his eye and voice, Dick invariably appealed to, and received a ready affirmative glance from, his early companion and his faithful loving friend, the dog Crusoe.

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