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"This mornin' when I come you were dreamin' an' talkin' clean out of your head.... Well, now, you an' Collie listen. You're right an' she's right. I reckon I never run across a deal with two people fixed just like you. But that doesn't hinder me from feelin' the same about it as I'd feel about somethin' I was used to."
As soon as she was out of Ruloff's sight, she set down her basket, and flung both puny arms about the dog's neck in an agony of gratitude. Her squeeze almost strangled the weak old collie. But there was love in it. And because of that, he reveled in the hurt. "You won't let him thump me!" she whispered in the dog's ear. "You won't let him. I'd never be afraid of him, if you were there.
It's as good as yours. I've been waiting for you to tell my father. You've got some reason for not telling him. I've a hunch it's Collie. I'm on to you, and I've got my nerve back. You can gamble I " He had grown excited when Wade interrupted him. "Will you get off that horse?" "No, I won't," replied Belllounds, bluntly.
Lambing is late in Redesdale, the spring comes late; April is often a month of snow. They had a fire and their cloaks; the ground was dry, and they lay upon it under a clear sky strewn with stars. At midnight George King, the grandfather, was asleep, but Andrew was broad awake. The collie on his feet, ears set flat on his head, shuddering with excitement, whined for orders.
Here he leaves the same horse tracks an' crutch tracks.... Simple as a b c, Wils, when you see how he did it. But I'll tell you straight if I hadn't been suspicious of Buster Jack that trick of his would have made you a rustler!" "Damn him!" hissed the cowboy, in utter consternation and fury. "Ahuh! That's my sentiment exactly." "I swore to Collie I'd never kill him!" "Sure you did, son.
Collie dragged along, stepping shakily. "Dam' little fool!" said Williams affectionately. "You ain't satisfied to get killed where you belong, but you got to go and splatter yourself all over the front yard in front of the ladies. You with your bloody nose and your face shot plumb full of gravel. If you knowed how you looked when she piled you " "I know how she looked," said Collie.
Pebbles clattered from her hoofs and spun skyward as she raced along the level of the hilltop. Down the next grade the pony swung, taking the turns with short leaps. On the crest Collie checked her. The road beyond, clear to the valley, was empty. He examined the tracks entering the Old Meadow Trail. He had not been mistaken. Saunders had ridden in.
He had no sooner turned the handle of the door than a joyous uproar of dogs arose within, and before he had well stepped over the threshold a leaping trio were upon him two Irish terriers and a graceful young collie, whose rough caresses nearly made him drop his letters. "Down, Jack! Be quiet, you rascals! I say Anne!" A woman's voice answered his call. "I'm just bringing the tea, sir."
Not for a day, perhaps not for an hour, did the big collie forget the home of his babyhood or those he had delighted to worship, there. And the look of sadness in his dark eyes became a settled aspect. Yet, here, there was much to interest and to excite him. And he grew to look forward with pleasure to his daily lessons. At the end of three months, he was shipped to France.
They are part of me. But is this "me" limited to my body and my clothes? I drink a cup of coffee or a cocktail: after they are consumed they are part of me; are they not part of me as I hold the cup or the glass in my hand? Is my coat more characteristic of me than my house my sleeve-links than my wife or my collie dog?
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