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"But, Mason, remember that at that time our nation was battling for independence, and could ill spare aid for us in our struggle for supremacy in this western frontier." "Jes' so!" retorted Rogers. "An' whar'd you an' me an' the rest uv us who wuz strugglin' fur footholt heah hev been, ef we'd depended on the Federal Government to fight Caldwell, McKee, Simon Girty, an' ther red devils?
You got all her boys in d'army, killin' 'em; whyn't yo' go and git kilt some yo'self, 'stidder ridin' 'bout heah tromplin' all over po' folk's chickens?" When the troop returned in the evening, she was still blowing; "blowin' fur Millindy to come home," she said, with more sharpness than before. But there must have been many Millindys, for horns were sounding all through the settlement.
"The ole woman means," she said, looking him steadily in the eye, "that you are dealin' in chile slavery, law or no law; that you're down heah preachin' one thing for niggahs an' practisin' another for yo' own race; that yo' hair frizzles on yo' head at tho'rt of niggah slavery, whilst all the time you are enslavin' the po' little whites that's got yo' own blood in their veins.
He wore clay-flecked cavalry boots, and was six feet five if an inch, so that Stephen's six seemed insignificant beside him. "Captain," he said, taking in Stephen's rank, "so we won't qua'l as to who's host heah. One thing's suah," he added, with a twinkle, "I've been heah longest. Seems like ten yeahs since I saw the wife and children down in the Palmetto State. I can't offer you a dinner, seh.
I'm both bad and dishonest." "Ruby, I wouldn't call you dishonest," returned Neale, bluntly. "Bad yes. And wild! But if you had a chance?" "No," she said. "You're both slated for hell. What's the sense of it?" "I don't see that you're slated for heaven," retorted Ruby. "Wal, I shore say echo," drawled Larry, as he rolled a cigarette. "Pard, you're drunk this heah minnit." "I'm not drunk.
"I supped this night with my lord John May," she had rallied now, "and Sir Dale is seeing me on the road. Whence lies your way?" "The way of the penitent," he declared. "'Tis not so hard as the transgressor's," she warned, galloping on. "Why did you stop her?" Nancy asked, looking at him in wonder. "She needn't have seen you heah?"
"I'll lose it anyhow," replied Neale, absent-mindedly. "Wal, stake me right heah an' now." At that Neale generously and still absent-mindedly delivered to Larry a handful of gold and notes that he did not count. "Hell! I ain't no bank," protested the cowboy. Hough and Ancliffe joined them and with amusement watched Larry try to find pockets enough for his small fortune.
"I am not," she retorted. "Wal, y'u are, if I have to pack y'u," he replied, forcibly. "It's not safe heah any more. That damned half-breed Isbel with his gang are on our trail." That name seemed like a red-hot blade at Ellen's leaden heart. She wanted to fling a hundred queries on Colter, but she could not utter one. "Ellen, we've got to hit the trail an' hide," continued Colter, anxiously.
It was a heavy, box-shaped object, attached to a long handle. This she placed on the chalked outline of his right leg. Then she stood with her eyes fixed on the floor and solemnly chanted: "Draw, draw, 'cordin' to the law, Lif' the hoodoo, now I beg, An' draw the cricket F'om this heah leg!" And Gordon Lee, raised on his elbow, watching with protruding eyes, heard it draw!
"Shore your mind ain't workin'," said Larry. "Get out of heah. Mozey over to thet camp doctor or you'll never need one." Shurd backed away, livid and shaking, and presently he ran. "Red! ..." expostulated Neale. "You you shot him all up! You nearly killed him." "Why in hell don't you pack a gun?" drawled Larry. "Red, you're you're I don't know what to call you. I'd have licked him, club and all."
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