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And this couldn't have been the track of anything but a mature beast the finished print of a perfect specimen. "That hunter didn't tell it all, Nels, or else he didn't do it all," Skag remarked. "We started out to find a sick tigress and a hamper of neglected babies. I'm not saying we won't find that much. The thing is, we may find more."
The Swede began a sullen protest, but the proprietor shouted back to him, "You'll do this or leave," and walked in. Nels went then into the stable, smiling quietly. He was well satisfied with the arrangement. "Shake, you put dot big horse by de buggy. No. Tak' d'oder bridle. I don't drive heem mit ol' bridle; he yoomp too quvick yet. All tam yoomping, dot horse."
Sim, somebody's burned your hay and your barn, and shot your stock, and set your house afire it would of burned plumb down if Nels Jensen hadn't got there just in time. They saved the house. It wasn't burned very much anyways, so Nels told me." Sim Gage and his companion, stupefied, sat looking at the bearer of this news. "Who done it?" asked Wid Gardner grimly after a time.
We were good friends, Monty an' I. But it wasn't friendship for me that made Monty stand in there. He would have saved her, anyway. Monty Price was the whitest man I ever knew. There's Nels an' Nick an' Gene, he's been some friend to me; but Monty Price was he was grand. He never knew, any more than you or Bill, here, or the boys, what Bonita was to me."
Also Skag had the dim impulse of a thought that he had something for Ian Deal. He meant to speak to Carlin of this at the right time. "Pig-sticking no-end," the cavalry officers had promised and they were making good. That third afternoon Carlin and Skag took Nels out toward the open jungle, which thrust a narrow triangular strip in toward the town. At intervals they heard shouts, far deeper in.
"By what marks do you know him? Why is he not the man he claims to be, the son of the plaintiff?" "Oh, I know heem all right. Meester Craikmile's son, he vos more white in de face. Hees hair vas more more I don' know how you call dot crooked on hees head yet." Nels put his hand to his head and caught one of his straight, pale gold locks, and twisted it about.
Maybe I kin find a slicker somewheres. Wid, he ain't got nothing left over to his place, neither." "Don't bother about things," said Nels Jensen. "I'll go over and bring some blankets from my place. The woman'll take care of that girl until she gets in better shape." Doctor Barnes looked at them all for a time, frowning in his own way.
She heard no more, and saw little until the car stopped. Nels spoke to some one. Then sight of khaki-clad soldiers quickened Madeline's faculties. She was on the boundary-line between the United States and Mexico, and Agua Prieta, with its white and blue walled houses, its brown-tiled roofs, lay before her. A soldier, evidently despatched by Nels, returned and said an officer would come at once.
Skag saw Nels lose his tread in the deepening centre, swing down with the current an instant and then strike his balance, swimming. Here was coolness and silence. To-night he would know. To-night, if he did not have Carlin . . . Gunpat Rao stood shoulder-deep in the stream.
"The Able was there perhaps half an hour." "Then I can see through some of it as plain as daylight," exclaimed Nels, straightening up on his nail keg and shaking his hand at Jeff. "He was at Cairo long enough to change his clothes, swap hosses and have his whiskers shaved off; but why he should have the cap'n of the Able set him ashore here at this landing, beats my time. Don't it your'n?"
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