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The girl assayed a protest, but Tex turned abruptly away and the three fell to work removing the caked dust from the eyes and nostrils of the horses, and rinsing out their mouths. When they finished, Tex turned to Bat. "How far d'you reckon it is to the water-hole?" he asked. The half-breed shrugged: "Mebbe-so fi' mile, mebbe-so ten. I ain' know dis place. A'm t'ink we los'."
Blackie directed the salvage work and returned a very thoughtful man. When Tam returned from his tour he sent for him. "You have heard the news, I suppose?" Tam nodded gravely. "Now, tell me, Tam," said Blackie, "did you feel anything wrong with the machine why did you bring her down?" "Sir-r," said Tam, "I'll no' romance an' A'm tellin' ye Flyin'-Coor truth.
A'm t'ink mebbe-so two better'n wan." "Well, I was weaned right young, an' I don't need no governess. After this you " The half-breed shrugged: "A'm tink dat tam way back in Las Vegas dat dam' good t'ing ol' Bat fol' 'long, or else, ba Goss, you gon' to hell for sure." "But that's no sign I've always got to be close-herded. Did you sneak up near enough to hear what the short-horn said?"
When Bell Baxter saw Saunders alive, and the coffin of the doctor that saved him on her man's shoulder, she bowed her head on the dyke, and the bairns in the village made such a wail for him they loved that the men nearly disgraced themselves. "A'm gled we're through that, at ony rate," said Hillocks; "he wes awfu' taen up wi' the bairns, conseederin' he hed nane o' his ain."
I should like to see a specimen of the tribe before we leave their confounded country." "They're like oorsel's," grunted Mac, "they canna abide the smell o' Cheeniemen; but A'm thinkin' we're near their special habitation noo." There was considerable truth in Mac's observation.
Drumsheugh was acknowledged as chief mourner by the Glen, and received us at the gate with a labored attempt at everyday manners. "Ye've hed heavy traivellin', a' doot, an' ye 'ill be cauld. It's hard weather for the sheep an' a'm thinkin' this 'ill be a feeding storm. "There wes nae use trying tae dig oot the front door yestreen, for it wud hae been drifted up again before morning.
At this moment the door opened, and the voice of the officious Andrew was heard "A'm bringin' in the caunles Ye can light them gin ye like Can do is easy carried about wi' ane."
An' the way he took that hangin' If he'd be'n raised right he'd sure made some tough hand. An' pilgrim or no pilgrim, the guts is there." When the Texan had departed Bat Lajune eyed the side-saddle with disgust. "Dat damn t'ing, she ain' no good. A'm git de reg'lar saddle."
"That's your business, Jim! Make a clean sweep of the herd; but see that no harm comes to the boy." The old frontiersman headed his broncho silently back on the trail. "Night birds hatching snake eggs. A'm really between two minds to go back and crack their addled heads." "Did you notice anything?" demanded Brydges, as the old stranger went down the Ridge trail.
A've niver tell'd thee what a come for tho', and it's about time for me t' be goin'. A'm off to t' Cheviots to-morrow morn t' fetch home some sheep as Jonas Blundell has purchased. It'll be a job o' better nor two months a reckon.
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