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 Lo, as she spoke, she saw afar

The rescuer looming up—

The pride of all Buena Park,

Clow's famous yellow pup!

"Now, sick 'em, Don," the maiden cried,

"Now, sick 'em, Don!" cried she;

Obedient Don at once complied—

As ordered, so did he.

He sicked 'em all so passing well

That, overcome by fright,

The Indian horde gave up the fray

And safety sought in flight.

They ran and ran and ran and ran

O'er valley, plain, and hill;

And if they are not walking now,

Why, then, they're running still.

The cow-boys rose up from the dust

With faces black and blue;

"Remember, beauteous maid," said they,

"We've bled and died for you!

"And though we suffer grievously,

We gladly hail the lot

That brings us toils and pains and wounds

For charming Sissy Knott!"