The Mystery of Squatter's Island

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the king of the cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. Oh, howdy folks, this is Roy Rogers. But the rules, the things that Dale and Gabby and I saw up north of Paradise Valley this last week ought to put you on your guard all summer long.

And I mean that straight from the shoulder. You'll see why when Gabby starts telling you about it. Hey, sure, Wilson. Buckaroos, what we're going to tell you that day is dead serious. Excuse me, second flooring out my whiskers. They're still nam.

And the swim big stock in river, you know. Whiskers don't seem dry as quick as they used it. Maybe water. What are these days? There, now they feel better. Well, we call this story the mystery of Squatter's Island.

Roy and Dale Me was headed for a mineral city each other day when we're here to noise and sound it off with me. We heard it Sheriff. Sounded like a war in both of them.

True federal men were taking supplies to the arsenal at high point. The coal and gang rolled down on them, escaped with everything ammunition, tear gas, and not a big supply but enough to make coal in his outfit mighty dangerous in this territory.