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He took it all and came back for more with a 'sir, and a salute and a devilish debonair, you-can't-down-me kind of grin that would have disarmed a Turk." "He doesn't look precisely meek to me," Annersley had said remembering the answering flash he had caught in those blue eyes when he was begging the boys to get in an extra lick against the Huns for his sake. "Meek nothing!
How often in my dreams have I seen you kneeling beside me with your neck all bare and the dripping kerchief in your hand. Oh, dear Wood of Annersley! it was there that I first felt your arms about me, Barnabas, and I dream of that too sometimes.
"Nope, son, I cussed myself for hangin' them reins round my neck. What you say your name was?" "Pete." "What was the trader callin' you any other name besides Pete?" "Yes, I reckon he was. When he is good 'n' drunk he would be callin' me a doggone little " "Never mind, I know about that. I was meanin' your other name." "My other name? I ain't got none. I'm Pete." Annersley shook his head.
I hope to die if Steve Gary ain't layin' over there with two holes in him. He's sure dead. Do you think I footed it all the way jest because I like walkin'?" Houck frowned and shook his head. "You say him and Young Pete had come to words?" "Yep; about ole man Annersley. Steve was tellin' me about the raid when Pete steps up and tells him to say it over ag'in.
The big red rooster flopped once or twice and then gave up the ghost. He had strutted across the firing line just as Young Pete pulled the trigger. The cow jumped and kicked over the milk-pail. Old Annersley came running. But Young Pete, the lust of the chase spurring him on, had disappeared around the corner of the cabin after the hen.
"Yes," said Barnabas, "that is very near the glade yonder leads into the park." "Do you know Annersley, then, sir?" Barnabas hesitated and, having gone over the question in his mind, shook his head. "I know of it," he answered. "Do you know Sir George Annersley?" Again Barnabas hesitated.
"Take your horse and git all the boys you can reach before night. Young Pete Annersley shot Steve over to the Blue this mornin'." The cowboy, unlike Cotton, whistled his surprise, dropped his tools, mounted, and was off before Houck had reined back toward the ranch-house.
Pete spent most of his spare time cleaning and polishing the gun. He had a fondness for firearms that almost amounted to a passion. Evenings, when the work was done and Annersley sat smoking in the doorway, Young Pete invariably found excuse to clean and oil his gun.
"Well, pardner, you'll be Pete Annersley now. Watch out that hoss don't jerk you out o' your jacket. This here hill is a enterprisin' hill and leads right up to my place. Hang on! As I was sayin', we're pardners, you and me.
Thus it happened that Annersley brought upon himself the very trouble that he had honorably tried to avoid. Let the most courageous man even seem to turn and run and how soon his enemies will take up the chase! But nothing happened that summer, and it was not until the following spring that the T-Bar-T outfit gave any hint of their real intent.
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