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He'll sulk in a minute," laughed the Texan, and true to the prophecy, the horse ceased his efforts and stood with legs wide apart and nose to the ground. "Whoopee!" "He's a ringtailed woozoo!" "Thumb him!" "Scratch him!" The crowd laughed and advised, and the cowboy thumbed and scratched, but the broncho's only sign of animation was a vicious switching of the tail.

"Who, him?" The Texan was shaving slivers from a bull pine stick. "He's a friend of mine. Win's his name, an' barrin' a few little irregularities of habit, he ain't so bad."

He judged that it was now near midnight and the skies were still very dark. Inside of a half hour he would be gone to what? He was seized with an intense yearning to wake up Mr. Austin and tell him good-by. The Texan leader had been so good to him, he would worry so much about him that it was almost heartless to slip away in this manner.

If the señor would return later, Governor Quiroz would be highly pleased to see him. There was nothing to do but wait, and the Texan decided to be patient. He spent an hour in caring for his horse and eating his own hasty meal. Then, finding some time on his hands, he walked through the plaza, watching the crowds with eyes that missed nothing.

In the breast of every one of them had been a hope that the whole Texan army would seize the opportunity and charge at once upon Cos and San Antonio. Instead, they had been ordered back. They made their discontent vocal that and the following evenings. There was no particular order among the Texans.

"If they were not too busy weaving blankets for Fred Harvey," Luck qualified with his soft Texan drawl and the smile that went with it. "You talk as if these boys were tourists." "Yes," added Andy Green maliciously, "here comes a war-party now, boys. Duck behind a rock, Applehead, they're liable to charge yuh fer them blankets!"

The discovery which checked Oscar Gleeson was the presence of nearly all the Comanches within a hundred feet of the warriors that were holding their conference with him. The signs could not be mistaken, and the Texan abandoned the hopeless scheme he had formed.

Squabbles among the Texan leaders had reduced their army to five or six hundred men. "Don't you think," said Ned, "that we ought to find out just exactly what is here, and what this army intends?" "Not a doubt of it," said Obed. "Those who have eyes to see should not go away without seeing." The Panther nodded violently in assent. "We must scout about the camp," he said.

"I should have called yuh 'Nose-sticker. From what I hear of yuh, yuh have a habit of mindin' other folks' business. Well, that ain't healthy in Skull." If the Texan was provoked by these insults, he did not show it. He only smiled gently. "We're playin' pokah now, I believe," he reminded. "Are yuh seein' mah bet?" "That's right, bet 'em like yuh had 'em.

Once in bed in the dark, Duane composed himself to think over the several events of the evening. He called up the details of the holdup and carefully revolved them in mind. The Colonel's wrath, under circumstances where almost any Texan would have been cool, nonplussed Duane, and he put it down to a choleric temperament.