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THE GIRL OF GHOST MOUNTAIN
I wondered if ever a cowboy,
Could drift to that sweet by an' bye.
The three riders joined him in the chorus, chiming in a crude harmony:
Roll on, roll on,
Roll on, little dogies, roll on, roll on.
Roll on, roll on;
Roll on, little dogies; roll on
Sheridan glanced across at Quong and thought he saw a gleam of approval in his eyes. Outside Hsu Fu and his henchmen watched and waited.