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Sneed had not been identified until Pelly got track of him in Tucson. During his talk with Senator Brown the marshal mentioned the fact that Panhandle Sears was in Phoenix. "Did Panhandle come in from the south?" queried the Senator. "Nobody seems to know." "Well, if he did, we have got the link that's missing in this chain, Colonel.
The ridge turns the water to one side. As Paul spoke the sled reached this place, rose into the air, and came down heavily. "Gracious!" cried Alice. "I was nearly bounced off!" "I warned you!" laughed Paul. "There's another one just below. Watch out for it." Paul's sled was a little ahead of the one steered by Mr. Sneed, and the latter was unaware of the treacherous nature of the road.
You try to putty it up and you get soaked. Go over there in the far corner, where the tank is; we don't want water running into this Quaker scene." "Oh, I get all wet; do I?" asked Mr. Sneed, in no very pleasant tones. "That's what you do!" "Well, all I've got to say is that I wish you'd give some of these tank dramas to someone else. I'm getting tired of being soaked."
Sneed's critter bein' gone too mought make folks lay it ter ye fur sure," persisted Hite. "I ain't seen Mr. Sneed's horse. Mr. Sneed ye wouldn't b'lieve it ter look at him, but he's a ransomed saint! ha! ha! The money fur him will be fotched hyar ter yer still. I sent fur it ter kem by Jake Glenn; he knows ye, an' ye know him." Con Hite's open brow did not cloud.
"Sneed and his bunch got Panhandle," stated Cheyenne quietly. "Mr. Bartley, here, saw the row. Four of Sneed's men are down. One got away." "Sure it was Sneed?" "I reckon your men will fetch him in, right soon. Panhandle got Sneed and a Mexican, before they stopped him." Colonel Stevenson glanced at Cheyenne's belt and holster. Cheyenne drew his gun and handed it to the marshal.
But she did not go out with her sister. Alice and Paul had a glorious walk in the snow, and saw a beautiful country, even though it was hidden under a mantle of white. For Deerfield was a lovely place. "Aren't you cold?" asked Ruth, when her sister returned. "Not a bit. It's glorious. What did you do, and how is Mr. Sneed?" "He's doing nicely, I believe. As for me, I stayed in.
"What's the matter now?" asked the manager, as he looked to where the safe robbery scene was being filmed. "Oh, I caught my hand in the safe door!" exclaimed Pepper Sneed. "Nearly took my finger off! I just knew something would happen to me to-day!" "Great Scott! Another scene spoiled!" groaned Mr. Pertell. "Well, do it over. Had you run out much film?" he asked the operator.
His understanding, however, was blunted in some sort, it seemed to him, for he could make no sense of Nick Peters's observation as he took him by the arm, although afterward it became plain enough. "Ye'll hev ter go an' 'bide along o' we-uns fur awhile, Mr. Sneed," he said, choking with the laughter of some occult happy thought.
There was only a gentle swell on. "It's as calm as a mill pond," spoke one of the sailors. "Mill pond! Don't say mill pond to me!" cried the grouchy actor. "I fell in one once." "Well, you won't fall now," declared the manager. "Get in the boat. I want to show it being lowered over the side with you in it." "Well, if I have to I'll have to, I suppose," groaned Mr. Sneed.
Vot does dis mean?" demanded Mr. Switzer. "Vos you vaiting for us mit dot gun?" Really the man did look a little menacing as he stood there with poised weapon, looking at the coasters. "I beg your pardon," he managed to stammer, at length. "I did not see you coming." "I guess it's our part to beg your pardon," said Mr. Sneed, who, though he did not steer the bob, had been obliged to ride on it.
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