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I bet mine last night at the Centipede. Willie's got one, though." "Mind you, he may be all right," Fresno repeated, reassuringly; then hearing the object of their discussion approaching with his trainer, the two strolled out through the bunk-room, Stover a prey to a new-born suspicion, Fresno musing to himself that diplomacy was not a lost art. "You're a fine friend, you are!"
And so Eben Munson and John Tighe were honored like the rest, both by their flags and by great and unexpected nosegays of spring flowers, daffies and flowering currant and red tulips, which lay on the graves already. John Stover and his comrade glanced at each other curiously while they stood singing, and then laid their own bunches of lilacs down and came away.
"Then why are you here, fool?" the don sneered. "To find out who is at the bottom of the cattle stealin' this persecution against Mrs. Thomas' ranch!" Kid Wolf snapped. "What good is it to know?" asked Stover, laughing. "Yo're goin' to die!" "Shoot him, major," said the don, baring his white teeth. "There's no hurry," replied the major. "I want to see him pray for mercy first.
"Ye know, too, that he thinks he has played the same game with me; but ye don't know, I reckon, that he had ole Jim Stover 'n' that mis'able Eli Crump a-hidin' in the bushes to shoot me" again he grasped the torn lapel; "that a body warned me to git away from Hazlan; n' the night I left home they come thar to kill me, 'n' s'arched the house, 'n' skeered Mollie n' the leetle gal 'most to death."
"Oh, they'd do it quick enough! I wouldn't put it past 'em to drop a .45 through your winder if it could be done safe." "Shoot me, you mean?" "Allah!" said Glass, devoutly from his corner. Stover and Willie nodded. "If I was you, I'd keep the lamp between me and the winder every night." "Why, this is abominable!" exclaimed the young college man, stiffly.
Speed was a Merc'ry-footed wonder, and if the young feller can't run he had ought to have told us." Mr. Cloudy showed his understanding of the discussion by nodding silently. "We'll put it up to him in the morning," said Stover. "If Mr. Speed cannot r-r-run, w'at you do, eh?" questioned the Mexican. Nobody answered. Still Bill seemed at a loss for words, Mr.
It was patent that here lay some subtle humor sufficient to convulse the Far Western nature beyond all reason; for Stover essayed repeatedly to check his laughter before gasping, finally: "Gosh 'lmighty! I never can get past that place. He! He! He! Whoo-hoo! That's sure ridic'lous, for fair." He wiped his eyes with the back of a sun- browned hand, and his frame was racked with barking coughs.
Then of a sudden his weapon dropped to his side. "Dan! Dan Radbury! What in thunder are you doing out here?" At first Dan did not hear the call, for the hoof-strokes of the mustang made considerable noise on the rocks over which he was clattering. But then the youth caught sight of the old frontiersman and his face beamed with joy. "Poke Stover! and is it really you?" he exclaimed. "Yes.
"You're wrong, Ralph, for he wouldn't know one paper from another." "But he'd know the land papers were important, because of the seals on them," persisted the youngest Radbury. The Indian in the corner now demanded their attention. He was plainly in a bad way, and Poke Stover said it was very doubtful if he would live.
A short while after, the trail was again struck, and they swept on. But at both this place and at the ford valuable time had been lost. Noon found the Comanches still out of sight and hearing. But the trail was fresh and easily seen, and it seemed only a question of endurance upon one side or the other. "If it wasn't for the jaded hosses," sighed Poke Stover.
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