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"Fresno, it's gold you want," she affirmed, rather than asked. "Sure. But no small stake like thet'd be my choice ag'in' you," he leered, jerking a thumb back at his companions. "You remember Horn?" went on Allie. "Horn! The miner who made thet big strike out near Sacramento?" "Yes, that's who I mean," replied Allie, hurriedly. "We we left California in his caravan.

An' if you'll b'lieve it, she won't talk picters nor make any sence she got back only, jest after she got back, she said she didn't see any use o' her goin' on dobbin' good canvas up with good paint, an' makin' nothin' but poor picters; an' she cried some.... I thought it was sing'lar that this art business that she thought was the only thing thet'd ever make her happy was the only thing I ever see her cry about."

Wal, train him on trailin' men, then. I've seen times when a dog like thet'd come handy. An' if he takes to Collie an' you approve of him, let her have him. She's been coaxin' me fer a dog." "That isn't a bad idea. Miss Collie walks an' rides alone a good deal, an' she never packs a gun." "Funny about thet," said Belllounds.

"I reckon what saves you is you're the only tracker thet'd have a show to find this cussed Slone." Holley now showed no sign of surprise, but the other riders were astounded. "Lucy's run off with Slone," added Bostil. "Wal, if she's gone, an' if he's gone, it's a cinch," replied Holley, throwing up his hands.

They'd stretch any point to make trouble. We're only ten miles from the border. Suppose them guerrillas got our crowd across thet border? The U. S. cavalry would foller. You-all know what thet'd mean. Mebbe Don Carlos's mind works thet way. Mebbe it don't. I reckon we'll know soon. An' now, Stewart, whatever the Don's game is, shore you're the man to outfigger him.

Then he turned to Poggin with a rude dignity. "Poggy, he's my pard, an' he's riled. I never told him a word thet'd make him sore. I only said Knell hadn't no more use fer him than fer me. Now, what you say goes in this gang. I never failed you in my life. Here's my pard. I vouch fer him. Will you stand fer me? There's goin' to be hell if you don't. An' us with a big job on hand!"

She hed eyes thet'd bore you through at fifty yards, and pooty hands and feet. And when she kinder got out o' that stiff, narvous state she was in, and warmed up a little, and got chipper, by G-d, sir, she was handsome, she was that!" A little flushed and embarrassed at his own enthusiasm, he stopped, and then said, carelessly, "They got off at Murphy's." "Well," said Islington.

I wanted it to pass without without " "Wal, Lucy dear," replied Bostil, as she faltered. "Nothin' came off thet'd make you feel bad. Young Slone had a scare about his hoss. Wildfire's safe out there in the corral, an' he'll be guarded like the King an' Sarch. Slone needs a drink an' somethin' to eat, same as all of us."

"Uncle Sam won't need to send any soldiers here." "Wal, I should smile not. Thet'd be a disgrace to the Northwest. It was a bad time fer the I.W.W. to try any tricks on us." Jake shook his lean head and his jaw bulged. He might have been haranguing, cowboy-like, for the benefit of the man they feigned not to notice, but it was plain, nevertheless, that he was angry.

"I seen, when he dropped, thet he never got his hand to his gun at all.... Jest as I'd reckoned.... Wal, what made me sick was that my bullet went through him an' then some of them thin walls an' hit a girl in another house. She's bad hurt.... They ought to have walls thet'd stop a bullet."