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Why, the other day, when the hounds treed a lion an' went howlin' wild, Kane came up, an' he looked disgusted an' went off by himself. He hunts by himself, anyhow. First off I thought he might be a sheep-killer. But I reckon not. He can trail men, an' that's about all the good he is. His mother must have been a slave-hunter, an' Kane inherits that trailin' instinct." "Ahuh!
Plainly, Jack was no sheep-killer and by and by Dolph and Rube left off shouting, and old Joel's face became placid and all of them from swearing helplessly fell to waiting quietly. Soon the bleating became less and less, and began to concentrate on the mountain-side. Not far below, they could hear Chad: "Coo-oo-sheep! Coo-oo-sh'p-cooshy-cooshy-coo-oo-sheep!" The sheep were answering.
Time you had ridden twenty miles through the hot sun with that wound you would have been in a raging fever." "One way and another I'm quite in her debt." "That's so," agreed Yeager, intent on his work. She refused to meet the nester's smile. "Fiddlesticks! You talk mighty foolish, Jim. I wouldn't go away and leave a wounded dog if I could help it." "Suppose the dog were a sheep-killer?"
Pogue says he kills Sheep 'an' every one is ready to believe it. I never knowed a Hound turn Sheep-killer, an' I never knowed a Sheep-killer kill at home, an' I never knowed a Sheep-killer content with one each night, an' I never knowed a Sheep-killer leave no tracks, an' Sheep was killed again and again when Turk was locked up in the shanty with me." "Well, whose Dog is it does it?"
Thet's August Naab's trick with a gun," whispered a man, hurriedly. "Holderness, I made a bonfire over at Seeping Springs," said Hare. "I burned the new corrals your men built, and I tracked them to your ranch. Snood threw up his job when he heard it. He's an honest man, and no honest man will work for a water-thief, a cattle-rustler, a sheep-killer. You're shown up, Holderness.
That night he refrained from stirring up the dogs of the settlement; and he killed but one sheep, in a secluded corner of the pasture. Now, by singular chance, it happened that at this particular settlement there was already a sheep-killer harrying the thick-wooled flocks.
One day Wade remarked to Belllounds: "You can never tell what a dog is until you know him. Dogs are like men. Some of 'em look good, but they're really bad. An' that works the other way round. If a dog's born to run wild an' be a sheep-killer, that's what he'll be. I've known dogs that loved men as no humans could have loved them.
Reid withdrew the knife, sticking it into the ground with as little concern as if he had taken it from a butcher's block, and heaved the fellow over on his back. The moonlight revealed his dusty features clearly, but Mackenzie brought the lantern to make it doubly sure. "He's not the man I thought he was," said he. "I think this fellow's name is Matt Hall. He's the sheep-killer you've heard about.
I got twenty-three shots at him. How many had you?" "I had fifteen." "Say, it was some fun, wasn't it smokin' him along there? But we ought to have fetched the old sheep-killer.... Wonder what's happened to the other fellows." We looked about us. Not improbably the exciting moments had been few in number, yet they seemed long indeed.
"Well, it's a coyote we're after now," said Lone. "A sheep-killer that has made his last killin'. Right here's where I rode up and caught the team, last night. We better take a look along here for tracks." Swan stared at him curiously, but he did not speak, and the two went on more slowly, their glances roving here and there along the trail edge, looking for footprints.
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