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Once more astride a horse albeit the pinto pony of a sheepherder Happy Jack felt abundantly able to cope with the situation. He made a detour that put him far from where the three he most dreaded to meet were apt to be, and struck out at the pinto's best pace for the river at the point where he had crossed so disastrously the day before.
White his right-hand man, was dead. Pinto well, Pinto would go his own way just when it suited him. He had no doubt whatever as to Pinto's loyalty. Silva had big estates in Portugal, to which he would retire just when things were getting warm and interesting. Moreover, the British Government could not extradite Pinto from his native land.
Fred ever understood the peculiar style of Bill's financing, I do not quite know. But if he ever did come to know, he was far too much of a man to make a fuss. Besides, I fancy the smile on his lady's face was worth some large amount to him. At least, so the look of proud and fond love in his eyes seemed to say as he turned away with her from the fire the night of the pinto's sale.
He walked to the wall and stared, for the dislodgment of plaster and paper had revealed three round black discs, set flush with the plaster and only separated from the room by the wallpaper, which had been stripped. "Jumping Moses!" said the colonel softly. "Detectaphones!" He took Pinto's knife from his hand and prised one of the discs loose.
One of the men did get a square shot from his perch at Pinto's forehead, and the 45-70-450 bullet smashed his skull. The shot that ended the row struck at the "butt" of the Grizzly's ear and passed through the base of the brain, snuffing out the light of his marvelous vitality like a candle. Then the hunters came down from their roosts, cut their way into the thicket and examined the dead giant.
A moment later, the wild scramble of her pinto's hoofs echoed back to them from the hard-packed road. "Women, my dear Baggott!" North shrugged expressively. "They are the curse of the law courts; they never know their own minds." "Don't you believe it." Jim awoke from his stupor. "Billie knows her'n, all right.
Here Curly loosened the saddle cinches, flung down the bridle-rein over Pinto's head again, and himself lay down to sleep, uncovered, but hardy as any mountain bear that roamed the hills. When he awoke the red sun hung poised on the shoulder of Blanco, far away, as though to receive the ghostly worship of those who once lived and loved, and prayed here, in the long ago.
"The country's all right," said Bill in an ominously quiet voice, "but this here pinto's another transaction, I reckon." "The hoss is mine, I say, and what's more, I'm goin' to hold him," said the stranger in a loud voice. The men began to crowd around with faces growing hard. It was dangerous in that country to play fast and loose with horses.
"I know nothing of the boats," was Pinto's answer; but the appearance and dogged manner of my companions had raised suspicions in the minds of the American officers which were not easily allayed. Meantime the brig had hauled her wind, and was standing inshore with the lead going, in the direction the boats had taken.
She had always declined Pinto's offer to share his own, and of late he had got out of the habit of inviting her. She dressed and took a taxi to the Orpheum. The booking office clerk knew her, and without asking her desires drew a slip from the ticket rack. "I can give you Box C to-night, Miss Marsh," he said. "That is the one above the governor's." The "governor" was Pinto.
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