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When the Spaniards held such views it was absolutely inevitable that a conflict should come. Whether the frontiersman did or did not possess deep religious convictions, he was absolutely certain to refuse to be coerced into becoming a Catholic; and his children were sure to fight as soon as they were given the choice of changing their faith or abandoning their country.
It war the greatest amazement ever overtook me, barrin' none!" added the old frontiersman emphatically. "Was there anybody else around?" asked James Morris. "Not a soul. I looked everywhere, an' tried to git a shot at some of the wild beasts, but they had gone clean an' clear. Then I made up my mind the best to do war to get them babies to some shelter, or they'd freeze to deth.
His head was bare; his coat was almost torn from his shoulders. His face was passionate with jubilant laughter. "Yell, boys! Yell for Wayland," he was urging. Could Eleanor have known what happened at the door, her heart would have beat still faster. The old frontiersman brought her word two hours later when he joined them at the hotel.
Then, as the storm, increased, all crouched in the shelters they had erected and awaited the return of Henry and the old frontiersman. "I'd like to eat a buffalo steak now first-rate," said Dave, smacking his lips. "It would touch the spot and chase away the blues." "Buffalo steak is rather strong, like elk's meat," answered his father. "But we need strong food, on such a rough journey as this."
Kid Wolf drew out the still breathing form of the other survivor. He was quick to note that the man was beyond any human aid. The frontiersman, his six-gun still emitting a curl of blue smoke, was placed in the shade of the coach, and water was given to him. "I'm all shot to pieces, boys," he gasped. "I'm goin' fast but I'm glad the Apaches won't have me to chop up afterward.
"Let me take a squint," said the frontiersman, and covered the port-hole searchingly for half a minute. Then he raised his rifle, took careful aim, and blazed away. There was a grunt of dismay, and an Indian, who had been driving the cow and dodging directly behind, ran back, while the cow kicked up her heels and flew in the opposite direction.
"Madame de Noyan," I said deliberately, my voice seeming to falter with the intensity of my feelings, "I beg you do not expect too much from me. Your appeal has been made to a simple frontiersman, unskilled in war except with savages, and it is hardly probable I shall be able to outwit the trained guardsmen of Spain. Yet this I will say: I have determined to venture all at your desire.
It has to me been always something of a relief to find the poor, as a general rule, so little oppressed with work. I can in consequence enjoy my own more fortunate beginning with a better grace. The other day I was living with a farmer in America, an old frontiersman, who had worked and fought, hunted and farmed, from his childhood up.
"You wouldn't be good for much if you didn't, my boy," said the frontiersman. "Now then, be ready. Is your rifle all right?" "Yes." "Mind then: ride close up to your bull, and as he gallops off you gallop too, till you reach out with your rifle in one hand and fire." "But am I to ride right up to the herd, Joses?" "To be sure you are, my boy. Don't you be afraid, I tell you.
"Mountains in a desert?" "That's the same as asking if you ever have summer in Saskatchewan." The frontiersman looked more puzzled than ever. Wild longings to seize the day's joy came to the Ranger.
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