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Was there a raid, th’ major, he took out th’ troops; and Don Cazar, he took out his riders an’ th’ Pimas. ’Tween ’em they give everybody wot wanted a spot of trouble all they could chew off an’ a lot more’n they could swallow. Kept things quiet even if a man hadda rest his hand on his rifle ’bout twenty-four hours outta every day.
Some emigrant—terrification seize him!—has found another park an’ squatted, t’ain’t more’n eight miles as a crow flies from mine, nuther, Le-loo.” He looked at the sun and muttered. “Hang me, but ’tis t’other end of my own park,” then he paused a moment and added fiercely, “if these geysers know when they are well off, they’ll steer shy of Darlinkel Park.
You, señor," she spoke to Drew, "to you we owe a big debt. Come, Teodoro!" She caught at her brother and pulled him away. "What makes a kid go sour?" Kells asked of the shadows beyond rather than of Drew. "Johnny warn’t no real trouble ’fore he skinned off to ride with Howard. Sure he was always a wild one, but no more’n a lotta kids.
He continued imperturbably “I ’lowed to stop here on a little matter o’ business. ’Tis some out o’ mu way; more’n I’d calc’lated. You couldn’t tell the ixact distance from here to Colfax, could you?” Thérèse rather impatiently gave him the desired information, and begged that he would disclose his business with her. “Wall,” he said, “onpleasant news ’ll keep most times tell you’re ready fur it.
Johnny warn’t more’n four o’ thereabouts when Don Cazar went back to Texas an’ got him. Don Cazar’s been like a pa to Johnny since, an’ a mighty good one, too. But when th’ Rangers was round here in ’62 Johnny—he had a big row an’ run off to join ’em. Jus’ a half-growed kid, not big ’nough to raise a good brush o’ hair on his chin yet.
You got you Shiloh, Drew, an’ you said you made a foal deal with th’ Old Man. Git some more good-lookin’ an’ actin’ wild ones an’ you’re in business—runnin’ your Spur R brand. Three-four years, an’ th’ luck a man has always got to hope for, an’ you’ve more’n jus’ a stake—you’ve got roots an’ a spread!" "We have," Drew corrected. "Why’d you suppose I wanted that foal deal?
We don’t have the outside casing with an exploder mechanism, so it has to be turned on electrically." Rip could see no way to use the atomic bomb against the Connies. It was too big for use against a landing party. Besides, it would put the Planeteers in danger. "Ever have trouble with the Connies before?" he asked Koa. "More’n once, sir.
Cruisers don’t clean their tubes more’n once in ten accelerations. The commander is just thinking up dirty work for us to do, like I said." "Never mind," Rip told him. "Let’s find our squadroom and get settled, then draw some protective clothing and equipment. We’ll clean his tubes for him. Our turn will come later." He remembered the last thing Joe Barris had said, only a few hours before.
But then they called in th’ army, an’ we had to ride for it. Scattered so they had more’n one trail to follow. But they posted us as ’wanted’ back there. So I come whippin’ a mighty tired hoss outta Texas, an’ I ain’t plannin’ on goin’ back to any Fifth Military District!" "Any chance they’ll push a star after you here?" "No.
Of course the papers have nothing to do but flout it all over the country. For myself I don’t care a copper, but ’twill be mighty mortifyin’ to you, though I think you desarve some mortifyin’, for how in thunder a chap of your sense ever come to be made such a precious fool of is more’n I can tell." "If you knew all the arts she employed, you would not wonder quite so much," said Dr. Lacey.
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