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"But if somebody is bleeding and falls off a horse slow, and catches hold of things and tries like hell to hang on " He lifted the small flap that covered the cinch ring and revealed a reddish, flaked stain. Phlegmatically he wetted his finger tip on his tongue, rubbed the stain and held up his finger for Lone to see.
He had her horse saddled, and was giving a final pull at the latigos when she came out in her riding clothes. "Cinch him up tight," she commanded. "Take a good pull at it; he's getting too foxy." Beaver Boy grunted as Casey put his strength on the strap and the broad cinch bit into his glossy skin. "And that's loose a-plenty," said his mistress. "He blows himself up like a turkey gobbler.
You must not go home, or to business, or out of this room until your mind is thoroughly healed. You must not get out of the Current until you are safely in the Calm Centre." It was the fourth day after her husband's strange disappearance, and Mrs. Cinch was seated in the back parlor of her desolate house, receiving spiritual consolation from an elderly clerical gentleman.
Before Little Calamity went to sleep that night he reviewed the situation somewhat as follows: "My dope was wrong, but it's a cinch a hustler like the Kid ain't hangin' around the boss for his health.... And he didn't kick in wit' that alibi because he loves me any too well.... I can't figure him at all."
Jus' rope a cow, cinch her up tight with two big straps they had all ready, slip a hook through the belly-band, an' lower away! Pretty smooth, huh?" "And they all got away?" "No, they didn't," said Barbee queerly. "I got one of 'em!" "You did?" Steve swung back toward him eagerly. "Who is he, Barbee? And where is he? I want a talk with him."
The least accident or mistake, a slip of the foot, a stumble by one's horse, a breaking cinch, a failure to maintain full tension on the lariat, slowness in dismounting to tie an animal or in mounting after it was untied any one of these things happening meant death, unless the cow-hunter could save himself with a quick and accurate shot.
"Whoop-e-e-e-e!" he howled a moment later. "We got 'em goin'. It's a cinch they can't stand this pace for more'n a week." Indeed, it was a marvel that the defenders kept on fighting as long as they did.
He had gone home at 4:30 P.M. for twenty years. Bob was really alarmed. He made a careful search throughout the stables. That failing to give him the slightest clew, he went to see Mrs. Cinch. When he told that excellent woman that her husband had disappeared, she precipitately swooned away.
I expect that inside of a week you'll have the street lined with limousines and customers waitin' in line all up and down the stairs here." "True words," says Madame Zenobia. "Already I have made four appointments for this afternoon and I've raised my fee to $50." "If you can cinch 'em all the way you did Stella," says I, "it'll be as good as ownin' a Texas gusher.
"If a dead cinch at ten to one, all fruited up for next week, the kind of thing you don't hand on to your own brother, would be any use to you No? I'm off again," he apologized. "Well let's go." We went. At the doorstep of Bartholomew Storrs's office he paused. "This sexton-guy," he said anxiously, "he don't play the ponies, ever, I wouldn't suppose?"
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