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"You swine!" hissed the big man. His fist shot out and Mordon went down with a crash to the ground. For a moment he was stunned, and then with a snarl he turned over on his side and whipped a revolver from his hip pocket. Before he could fire, the girl had gripped the pistol and wrenched it from his hand. "Get up," said Briggerland sternly.
And there, pouring forth from the mouth of Hell's Hip Pocket, came the sheep, a solid phalanx, urged on by plunging herders and spreading out over the broad mesa like an invading army. Upon the peaks and ridges round about stood groups of men, like skirmishers camp rustlers with their packs and burros; herders, whose sheep had already passed through every man with his gun in his hand.
"But you're looking for a bed just the same," Martin chided, "and it's a cold night." "Huh? Lookin' for a bed?" Joe shot a hand into his hip pocket and brought it out filled with small change. "That beats hard graft," he exulted. "You just looked good; that's why I battered you." Martin laughed and gave in. "You've several full-sized drunks right there," he insinuated.
Once he said: "By God, I will bring him back, Marmion, to face that woman down when she thinks she has got the world on the hip!" I cannot tell what delight we felt when, after a little time, I saw a quiver of the eyelids and a slight motion of the chest. Presently a longer breath came, and the eyes opened; at first without recognition.
Smith-Oldwick fired his pistol twice when he too was struck down, the weapon entering his right leg midway between hip and knee. Only Otobu remained to face the enemy, for the Englishman, already weak from his wounds and from the latest mauling he had received at the claws of the lion, had lost consciousness as he sank to the ground with this new hurt.
The way in which he threw himself into his work he described as follows: "We love to do our work by fits and starts. We hate to keep fiddling away, an hour or two at a time, at one article for weeks. So off with our coat, and at it like a blacksmith. When we once get the way of it, hand over hip, we laugh at Vulcan and all his Cyclops.
If she turned sideways toward the wind, she would instantly fill. He sat there, with the handle of the oar at his right hip, the rope in his hand with one loop round the peg, and every time the gust struck the sail he was lifted from his seat by the crowding of the oar and the haul of the rope.
The hand that had held the bridle rein to command instant action of his horse, and the hand that had rested so near the rider's hip, came together on the saddle horn in careless ease, while a boyish smile of amusement broke over the young man's face. That smile brought a flash of resentment into the eyes of the other and a flush of red darkened his untanned cheeks.
On hearing such good news, everybody cried out 'Hip, hip, hip, hurrah! again. 'It only remains, said Grandmarina in conclusion, 'to make an end of the fish-bone. So she took it from the hand of the Princess Alicia, and it instantly flew down the throat of the dreadful little snapping pug- dog, next door, and choked him, and he expired in convulsions.
But the sheriff was old at the business, and not too jealous of his position. He signed to his deputy proper, and they dismounted. When they started on, Pink was ahead. The sheriff observed that Pink's gun still swung in its scabbard at his hip, and he grinned but that was because he didn't know Pink.
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