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One there was at O Bar O who could not be reconciled to Cheerio. Hilda intuitively recognized the fact that this stranger on the ranch belonged to that "upper world" of which she knew vaguely through the medium of newspapers and tawdry literature emanating from the bunkhouse. Even the Encyclopedia had furnished the girl with information concerning kings and princes, lords and dukes, and earls that abounded in diverse places in the old world. "Bloody parasites," her father had named them, "living for generations off the blood and sweat and toil of the poor, blind underdogs who had not the intelligence or the ‘sand' to unseat them from power."
Her fiery young nature was up in arms at the thought of "that Englishman's patronage. " No doubt, thought the proud, hotheaded and ignorant girl, "he looks down on us as poor Rubes. Well, we'll show him a thing or two," and she urged the men on to torment and make uneasy the life of Cheerio.