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"I don't mind meetin' up with you before. I've just come to the country, as you might say." The Major waited for further information, but since it was not forthcoming he ventured: "What might I call your name, sir?" The cowboy shifted his weight uneasily and hesitated.
We used up all we brought with us making those cowboy pictures, the forest fire and the time the bear chased Hank, besides the Indian views. Nothing more doing in the camera line until we get back to Flagstaff." "Oh, well, I was just wondering," spoke Joe, and he gazed off across the uneven stretch of country. But there was that in his voice and glance which did not bear out his unconcerned words.
While still at a distance too great for the eye to distinguish the details of fringed leather chaps, soft shirt, short jumper, sombrero, spurs and riata, no one could have mistaken the ease and grace of the cowboy who seemed so literally a part of his horse.
Well, Casita ain't no place for your friend's girl at night or day, or any time. Shore, there's Americans who'd take her in an' fight for her, if necessary. But it ain't wise to risk that. Lash, what do you say?" "It's been gettin' hotter round this Greaser corral for some weeks," replied the other cowboy. "If that two-bit of a garrison surrenders, there's no tellin' what'll happen.
When the cowboy and the schoolmistress passed him Lonesome Pete was talking once more and she was being very gracious to him, but Conniston had no eye for such trifles. Jocelyn nodded a bit stiffly to Argyl, and, smiling at Conniston, cried gaily, "You won't forget, Mr. Conniston!" But he had already forgotten.
This was broken by a slight jar, and then above the hum and roar rose a cowboy yell. Madeline waited with strained nerves for the expected crash. It did not come. Opening her eyes, she saw the level valley floor without a break. She had not even noticed the instant when the car had shot over the wash.
"For God's sake, get a half-hitch on the saplin'!" called the cowboy. His quick grasp of the situation averted a tragedy. Jones was nearly exhausted, even as he was beyond thinking for himself or giving up. The cougar sprang, a yellow, frightful flash. Even as she was in the air, Jones took a quick step to one side and dodged as he threw his lasso round the sapling.
Tim scrambled to his feet and fled for safety. The cowpunchers whooped joyously. In their lives near-tragedy was too frequent to carry even a warning. Dad Wrayburn hummed a stanza of "Windy Bill" for the benefit of McGrath: "Bill Garrett was a cowboy, an' he could ride, you bet; He said the bronc he couldn't bust was one he hadn't met.
They peered through the rain and darkness and saw the two children on ponies. "Who's asking for Three Star ranch?" cried one cowboy. "We are!" Bert answered. "We're the Bobbsey twins!" "Oh, ho! I thought so!" came back the answer. "Well, don't worry! We'll take you home all right!" And as soon as Bert caught a glimpse of the faces of some of the men he cried: "Why, you belong to Three Star!"
That's why I can't understand her running away off here every summer. And, by the way, Ellie, what are you doing here a stranger?" "I'm earning my bread by the sweat of my brow," I told her plainly. "I'm a cowboy a would-be, I suppose I should say." She looked up at me horrified. "Have you lost your millions?" she wanted to know. Edith Loroman was always a straightforward questioner, at any rate.
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