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"We must separate. If there is any trouble, call on me. I'll stand by you." "I reckon you'd better," muttered Smith, looking at Coronado as if he were already drawing a bead on him. Without further talk they parted. The Texan went off to rub down his horse, mend his accoutrements, squat around the cooking fires, and gamble with the drivers.
But the time came when, unable longer to endure the insults heaped upon him, the restraint of the young Texan snapped like a bowstring, and the boys of Oakdale found that a sleeping lion had suddenly awakened.
You're the goods, all right, all right." "You bet. Watch Steve fan him. And he ain't pulled leather yet. Not once." An unseen spectator was taking it in from the brow of a little hill crowned with a group of firs. She had reached this point just as the Texan had swung to the saddle, and she watched the battle between horse and man intently.
Then there was a sudden lull. "Look out now!" The Kid exclaimed. "Looks like they mean to rush us!" "We'll cure 'em o' that!" Old Beef McCay cried grimly. He picked up the sawed-off shotgun. The Texan was right. A yell went up from the saloon, and a dozen men rushed out, firing as they came. Six others carried a heavy beam, evidently torn from the interior of the Idle Hour.
"Kill me and get it over!" jerked Gentleman John. "Really, yo' shouldn't judge me by what yo' would do yo'self undah the circumstances," said The Kid mildly. "I'm not heah to kill yo'. I'm heah to take yo' back to Skull fo' trial and punishment." "Fer trial!" repeated the cattle king. "Why, there ain't any law " "I hope yo' don't think," drawled the Texan, "that I wasted the time I spent in town.
In the meantime, it was for them to treat with the traitor this giant of a Texan, huge-whiskered, slow of speech, who had ever been first to throw himself into the thick of danger but who had always hung back from deeds of cruelty.
Dick lit a cigar, and gathered up his reins. "So-long, boys. I got to be going." Over his shoulder he fired another joyous shot as he cantered away. "I reckon that hostile friend will be there, too, Steve, if that's any inducement." Whether it was an inducement is not a matter of record, but certain it is that the Texan found it easy to decide to go.
Kid Wolf knew that a certain advantage always lies with the offensive. Defenders haven't the power of attackers. The Texan decided to risk a counter-charge. He knew that it might break down the courage of the bandit band. At least it would be a surprise. He called for volunteers. "I want a dozen men who can shoot straight from the back of a runnin' hoss," he said. "It'll be dangerous.
Carson and his noble-hearted boy immediately resumed their journey, and after five days of hard riding reached Fort Bent. Here Mr. Carson learned that the Texan Rangers, having incautiously entered the territory of the United States, were all captured and disarmed. This relieved the conductors of the Mexican train from all anxiety. The dispatches which Mr.
I read everything that was written about the questions of the day, the newspapers, the Congressional Record. It was clear to me that the Democrats had been split in 1848 by their attitude toward the Wilmot Proviso, which was intended to keep slavery from the Texan territory. Then came the Compromises under a Whig administration.
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