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Merwin, a ranchman in brown duck, with a contemplative eye, sat with his feet upon a table, plaiting a rawhide quirt. "Tom," said Longley, leaning against the table, "you heard anything from Ed yet?" "Not yet," said Merwin, continuing his plaiting. "I guess Ed'll be along back now in a few days."

"I'm going after them," said Captain Rugley, with determination. "How?" "Somebody handed Vic this on the trail. He'll show us where. We'll try to pick up the man's traces. Of course it was one of the scoundrels handed the letter to Vic." "Who do ye think they are?" asked Sam, slowly. "I don't know," said the worried ranchman.

"Don't get so excited, or you may break a blood vessel, Cous I beg your pardon, Mister Huntington." "Say it!" roared the ranchman. Then Haig dropped his mask. "I will say it," he began in a voice that rang ominously. "I'll say it so that even you cannot fail to understand me. I mean that I'm tired of your threats and persecutions. I mean that you have harassed me and my men at every opportunity.

You mean chase 'em around and bark at 'em like collie dogs. Well, I might, says I. 'I've never exactly done any sheep-herding, but I've often seen 'em from car windows masticating daisies, and they don't look dangerous. "'I'm short a herder, says the ranchman. 'You never can depend on the Mexicans. I've only got two flocks.

"Don't worry about me any of you," said Blakely, in brief farewell. "Good-night," and with that he rode away. Arnold and the men stood gazing after him. "Grit clean through," said the ranchman, through his set teeth, for a light was dawning on him, as he pondered over Blakely's words. "May the Lord grant I don't have to deliver these!" Then he looked at the superscriptions.

I told Val to sleep, and I would go on and get the ranchman to send him a horse, while I come on to you. Then he could push on to the Border. I saw the ranchman, and he swore to send a horse to Val to-night. He will keep his word. He knows Val. That was at noon to-day, and I am here, you see, and you know all. The danger? Ah, my friend, the Police Barracks at Archangel's Rise!

And then the ranchman threw tobacco on the cleared table and set forth again the bottles and glasses; and I saw that I stood in a deep channel through which the long dammed flood of his discourse would soon be booming. But I was half content, comparing my fate with that of the late Thomas Tucker, who had to sing for his supper, thus doubling the burdens of both himself and his host.

The coffee pot was a monster, holding all of two gallons, and this the ranchman directed Tom to fill before allowing the ponies to satisfy their thirst. As the animals were drinking Mr.

In the spring of 1871 I was married to Mr. Jester, the bachelor ranchman at whose place we had tarried on our hurried return to the fort. His house had a rough exterior, but was substantial and commodious, and before I entered it, a bride, it was refitted in a style almost luxurious.

The bracelets clasped the firm flesh of her arms warmly. The collar of gems sparkled at her throat. The brooch blazed upon her bosom. And around her slender waist was the great belt of gold. She was a wonderful sight! Pratt was dazzled amazed. The old ranchman poked him in the ribs. "What do you think of that?" he demanded. "Went right down to the bottom of the chest to get all that stuff.