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"Looks like Punch-the-breeze Thompson," said Mr. Saltoun. "It is Thompson," confirmed Racey. "Didn't it strike you he sort of hesitated a li'l bit when he first seen us like a man would whose breakfast didn't rest easy on his stomach, as you might say." Mr. Saltoun nodded. "He did sway back on them lines at the top."
But when yo're a-writin' out a check for twenty-four hundred dollars, just remember how I always told you somebody was gonna horn in here some day and glom half the range." "Laugh," said Mr. Saltoun. "Yo're shore the jokin'est feller, Tom Loudon. Even Racey and his partner are laughing." "I should think they would," Tom Loudon returned, savagely.
"Then I won't," said Tom Loudon, his tongue in his cheek. "Where you think yo're going?" Mr. Saltoun queried presently. "This ain't the way to the ranch." "I know it ain't. It's the way to Farewell." "Whyfor Farewell?" "It's just possible Racey may need a li'l help before he's through with this job." "You're right," Mr. Saltoun said, contritely.
And when he said, 'Sir Francis may boast of blue blood; let us show we have red blood, and went on to talk about manhood and liberty, the room simply rose at him." "Speaks very well," said Lord Saltoun, gruffly, making his only contribution to the conversation so far. Then the almost equally silent Horne Fisher suddenly spoke, without taking his brooding eyes off the fire.
What Fletcher of Saltoun is to Scotland, and the brave spirits of the old Commonwealth time "Hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom, better none The later Sydney, Marvell, Harrington, Young Vane, and others, who called Milton friend " are to England, should Leggett be to America. His character was formed on these sturdy democratic models.
When we've a bit of holiday leesure I'll tell ye some." "Thank you, Alister." "A very wise man believed that, if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation." Fletcher of Saltoun in a letter to the Marquis of Montrose. The weather was fair enough, and we went along very steadily and pleasantly that afternoon.
"Aw right, I'll take Swing Tunstall," Racey hastened to say. "I meant yore own two hands," demurred Mr. Saltoun. "I know you did, but I meant the other kind. Listen, do you want Lanpher and Tweezy to get this ranch?" " it, no!" "Then gimme Swing Tunstall." "Take him. Need anybody else? Wouldn't you like all the rest of the outfit, and me, too?" "My Gawd, no. This is a job requirin' brains."
You you fix it up with Old Salt." Abruptly he turned away and hobbled hurriedly around the corner of the barn. Racey Dawson, riding back to Moccasin Spring, was in a warm and pleasant frame of mind. With him rode Old Salt, and with Old Salt rode Old Salt's check book. Racey had, after much argument and persuasion, made excellent arrangements with Mr. Saltoun.
I know 'em by heart." "I'll bet you do," Racey told him, heartily. "I'll gamble you been studying those words in all yore spare time." "It pays to be careful," smiled Mr. Saltoun. "Always bear that in mind. I ain't wanting to rub anything in, Racey, but if you'd been a mite more careful, just a mite more careful, you wouldn't be out so much at the finish. Drinks are on you, cowboy.
"Let me make the songs of a country," Fletcher of Saltoun has well said, "and I care not who makes its laws." Not to know the words and the air of the national anthem or chief patriotic songs of one's country is considered little less than a disgrace.
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