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I'd ride into hell and rake out the fire for her.... I hate to to do it but I guess I got to." "Step up there," said Tenlow. "What you talkin' about, anyhow?" "Angels," replied Overland. "I see 'em once in a while." And he glanced back. He saw Collie talking to the girl, who stood by her pony, the reins dangling lightly from her outstretched hand.
"How is Boyar?" he asked, smiling a little as Louise, sitting sideways on the porch-rail, swung her foot back and forth quickly. "Oh, Boy is all right. The tramp turned him loose in the valley. Boy came home." "It was a clever bit of riding, to get the best of Tenlow on his own range. Was Dick very badly hurt?" queried Walter Stone.
I figured he was layin' to get away on that pony." "You want to go back to school, pardner, and learn to figure correct," said Overland, his foot on the accelerator pedal of the throbbing car. "One minus one is nothin'." "Hold on there!" cried Tenlow, striding forward. Louise stood between the deputy and the car. "My horse, please," she said quietly.
Something about the tramp's manner inclined the deputy to believe that he had spoken truth. "All right," said Tenlow; "just step ahead. Don't try the brush or I'll drop you." "'Course you would," said Overland, stepping ahead of the deputy's pony. "But the bunch you're takin' orders from don't want me dead; they want me alive. I ain't no good all shot up. You ought to know that."
"Excuse me, Miss," he said, turning the cigarette round with his lips; "but the gent behind you with the gun has got the drop on me. I guess he's waitin' for you to step out of range." Louise turned swiftly. Dick Tenlow, deputy sheriff, nodded good-morning to her, but kept his gun trained on the tramp. "Just step out from behind that rock," said Tenlow, addressing Overland.
He had sacrificed a gallant and willing beast to his anger. The tramp, riding a strange pony over desperately perilous and unfamiliar ground, had used judgment. "Your friend is a man!" she said, turning to the boy. "But Dick Tenlow is hurt perhaps killed. He went under the horse when it fell." "I guess it's up to us to see if the sheriff gent is done for, at that," said the boy.
"I know there's a thousand dollars reward for you. I need the money." Overland Red grinned. "It's against me morals to bet with kids. But I'll put up that little automatic you frisked off me, against the thousand you expect to get, that you don't even get a long-range smell of that money. Are you on?" Tenlow motioned the other to step ahead.
With a spring he was in the saddle and had slipped the quirt from the saddle-horn to his wrist. He would need that quirt, as he had no spurs. Round swung Tenlow, cursing. Black Boyar shot across the meadow, the quirt falling at each jump. The tramp glanced back. Tenlow's right hand went up and his gun roared once, twice....
Down the next ditch rolled the car, rocking to the unevenness of the mountain road. Overland opened the throttle, the machine shot forward, and in a few seconds drew up abreast of the deputy. "Thank you so much, Mr. Summers," said Louise, stepping from the car. "How are you, Mr. Tenlow." "How'do, Miss Lacharme." "Good-bye, Mr. Summers. I enjoyed the ride very much."
Here, you walk on the other side. I'm left-handed when I shake with him." But Saunders was not at the bunk-house. Instead he had ridden on down to the gate and out upon the Moonstone Trail. He had become acquainted with Deputy Tenlow. He would make things interesting for the man who had "winged" him out in the desert. "I smell somethin' burnin'," said Overland significantly.
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