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Ain't afraid you'll drop too far when you fall off, are you?" "You're trying to get me on a bucking bronco!" said Ashton, suspiciously eying the bony, wild-eyed brute. "He's no outlaw," reassured Gowan. "Most all our hawsses are liable to prance some when they've et too many rattlers. But Miss Chuckie said you can ride."
He took Pedro's saddle off, threw the mare's pack to the ground, put Balaam's saddle on her, and on that stowed or tied her original pack, which he could do, since it was so light. Then he went to Balaam, who was sitting up. "I reckon you can travel," said the Virginian. "And your hawss can. If you're comin' with me, you'll ride your mare. I'm goin' to trail them hawsses.
We turned back in our journey, back into the heart of that basin with the tall peaks all rising like teeth in the cloudless sun, and the snow-fields shining white. "He was afraid of us," said the Virginian. "He did not know how many of us had come up here. Three hawsses might mean a dozen more around." We followed the backward trail in among the pines, and came after a time upon their camp.
"Cut loose whenever you're ready." "Hold yore hawsses, friend," advised the ex-guerrilla, not unkindly. "There's no occasion whatever for you to run on the rope. We are six to two, countin' the kid, who's got about all he can carry for one day. We're here askin' questions, an' it's reasonable for you to answer 'em." "I have answered 'em. I'll answer all you want to ask.
Little Mose gurgled wrathfully. "Huh! I done claim three fouls! Judges, they say they didn't see no foul a-a-a-tall! Didn't see us git bumped; didn't see Jock Merritt hit 'Lijah; didn't see us pocketed. 'Course they didn't; they wasn't lookin' faw no foul! On 'is track we not on'y got to beat hawsses; we got to beat jocks an' judges too. How we goin' lay up any bacon agin such odds as that?"
"Hold yore hawsses, will yo', honey? But, notwithstanding which, and not backing water on that proposition none, we come to another p'int." "Which Jed made to you carefully on the way down," his daughter interrupted scornfully. "It don't matter who made it. The p'int is that there are reasons why strangers ain't exactly welcome in this valley right now, Mr. Fraser.
"I'm not," protested Nora indignantly. "If you think you're the only man on the place, Jim McWilliams." "Sho! Hold your hawsses a minute, Nora, darling. A spinster like y'u " "You think you're awful funny writing in my autograph album that a spinster's best friend is her powder box. I like Mr. Halliday's ways better. He's a perfect gentleman."
Ungrateful scoundrels!" "That's it!" approved the girl. "Get up your spunk. Cuss, if you like. Rip loose, good and hard. It will ease you off." "It's no use," he groaned, slumping back into his posture of abject dejection. "Oh, come, now!" she encouraged. "You're a young, healthy man. What if you have been bucked off this time? There are lots other hawsses in Life's corral."
"I'm sure there's no reason whatever why Lafe should go, if he does not wish to," she remarked. "Any of my hawsses will lead to the buckboard." "He's going to town with you," said Knowles, his jaw setting hard with stubborn determination. "Why, of course, Mr. Knowles, if you really think it necessary," reluctantly acquiesced Ashton.
Mose, yonder goes the man we've got to beat!" "Him too, boss?" Little Mose rolled his eyes. "Hawsses, judges, jocks, an' Johnson! Sutny is a tough card to beat!" "'A just man falleth seven times and riseth up again," repeated the old man, "'but the wicked shall fall into mischief. That's the rest of the verse, Mose."
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