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Ches had nailed up a kind of platform, which was rickety enough to keep a sensible man on the watch; but first I knew he was wakin' me up. He had his hand over my mouth, an' whispered, "He's in the yard now." I ain't one o' them what yawns an' grunts an' stretches; I wake up like an antelope all in a bunch. The' was a little rustlin' back in some bushes over by the fence.
They were begrimed with dust, weary, and sleepy-eyed. "This hyar outfit won't see my tracks no more," said one, disgustedly. "I never kicked on doin' two men's work. But when it comes to rustlin' day and night, all the time, I'm a-goin' to pass." "Turn in, boys, and sleep till we get back with the chuck-wagon," said Wilson Moore. "We'll clean up that bunch to-day."
And them on the edge, lookin' down into the clear depths and seein' there another island, a shadow island layin' beautiful and serene with nothin' disturbin' its beauty but the shinin' ripples wavin' the fairy branches below, like the soft wind rustlin' the tree tops overhead.
"Well," the other replied, as Hamilton strolled over to his mare and lightly swung himself in the saddle, "if I hadn't done some rustlin' yesterday you would have gone without breakfast this mornin' or at least, without this kind of breakfast." "And mighty good it was," the boy replied, "I don't know when I've enjoyed a meal so much. I'm ever so much obliged, boys. Good-by."
"Findin' the man that's been rustlin' your stock, for instance," mocked Leviatt. Stafford leaned back in his chair, frowning. "Look here, Leviatt," he said steadily. "I might have spoke a little strong to you about them missin' cattle. But I reckon you're partly to blame.
"Miss, I'm arrestin' him." "Oh!... For what?" "Rustlin' your father's cattle." For a moment Columbine was speechless. Then she burst out, "Oh, there's a terrible mistake!" "Miss Columbine, I shore hope so," replied Burley, much embarrassed and distressed. Like most men of his kind, he could not bear to hurt a woman. "But it looks bad fer Moore.... See hyar! There!
And, as the precedent held good in a lot of other rustlin' cases, Larry's death was really the beginnin' of law and order in the cattle business." We smoked. The last light suddenly showed red against the grimy window. Windy Bill arose and looked out the door. "Boys," said he, returning. "She's cleared off. We can get back to the ranch tomorrow." "Oilers" Greasers Mexicans. A cry awakened me.
"You talk like a man of experience, Dad. Well, I don't know much about 'em." "Yes, I've been marryin' 'em off and on for forty years." "Who is Matt Hall, and where's his ranch, Dad? I've been hearing about him and his brother, Hector, ever since I came up here." "Them Hall boys used to be cattlemen up on the Sweetwater, but they was run out of there on account of suspicion of rustlin', I hear.
I've got 'em all back all I took from them. . . . An' I ain't chargin' nothin' fer it neither." Mahon thought it all out laboriously. "But you stole them again from Torrance." "Sure! Torrance knowed they was stole. He wudn't 'a got any other kind fer ten bucks. Yuh don't call that rustlin'?" Mahon smiled the halfbreed's code was so simple. "Tell it to the Inspector like that," he pleaded.
'Pears like you ain't liable to git thar very quick, Kit, 'less you rustles mighty peart somewhar. Talkin' of rustlin', what's the matter with that anyway?" A cold glitter came in Kit's light blue eyes. The muscles of his lean, square jaws worked nervously. His right hand dropped caressingly on the handle of his pistol. "That's the proper caper, Kit. Why didn't you think of it before?
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