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Young Pete, used to thinking and acting for himself, possessed that most valuable but often dangerous asset, initiative. The very evening that he arrived at the homestead, while Annersley was milking the one tame cow out in the corral, Young Pete decided that he would help matters along by catching the hen which Annersley had pointed out to him when he drove into the yard.
"You mean Annersley House?" "Ay, sir. All the quality is there, my son's a groom there an' 'e told me, so 'e did. Theer ain't nobody as ain't either a Markus or a Earl or a Vi'count, and as for Barry-nets, they're as thick as flies, they are, an' all to meet a little, old 'ooman as don't come up to my shoulder! But then she's a Duchess, an' that makes all the difference!"
Hook him onto a plough and he sure can make the ole plough smoke." Annersley shook his head. "That's a mite too fast for me, son. I'd hate to have to stop at the end of every furrow and pour water on that there plough-point to keep her cool." "'Course if you're lookin' for a cheap hoss," said Young Pete, nothing abashed, "why, we got 'em. But I was showin' you the best in the string."
He was more than a little anxious as to the outcome of the thing itself. The shock and the strain of meeting Geoffrey Annersley were going to be rather an ordeal he knew. They entered the living room and paused on the threshold, Larry's arm still around the girl. Doctor Holiday and the captain both rose.
He shot Steve Gary yesterday." "Gary of the T-Bar-T?" "The same and a friend of mine," interpolated the cowboy Simpson. "Huh! You say he's young just a kid?" "Yes. But a dam' tough kid." "Pete Annersley, eh? Not the Young Pete that was mixed up in that raid a few years ago?" "The same." "No I didn't see anything of him," said The Spider. "We trailed him down this way." The Spider nodded.
After supper Annersley sat outside with the boy and talked to him kindly. Slowly it dawned upon Young Pete that it was not considered good form in the best families of Arizona to slay law-abiding roosters without explicit directions and permission from their owners.
"With pleasure, sir," answered Barnabas, putting away his memorandum book, "it was in Annersley Wood, rather early in the morning. And you wore " "Annersley Wood!" Sir Mortimer's careless, lounging air vanished, and he stared at Barnabas with dilating eyes. "And you wore, I remember, a bottle-green coat, which I had the misfortune to tear, sir."
Do you suppose my husband would consider such an arrangement?" "I thought he admired English ways," I said. "There was the Honorable Betty Annersley the sister of a chum of his. She was friendly with the militants, and I wanted to talk to her to understand what such women thought. Yet my husband tried to stop me from going to see her.
Your advertisements were all on the Annersley track you see and they would all be out on the Farringdon one. The paths didn't happen to cross I suppose." "You don't know anything about, Geoffrey Annersley do you?" Larry asked anxiously. "Not a thing. We are jewelers not detectives or clairvoyants. It is only the pearls we are up on and we've evidently slipped a cog on them.
Meanwhile, Young Pete, squatting beside Annersley, amused himself by spitting tobacco juice at a procession of red ants that trailed from nowhere in particular toward the doorstep. "Makes 'em sick," he chuckled as a lucky shot dissipated the procession. "It's sure wastin' cartridges on mighty small game," remarked Annersley. "Don't cost nothin' to spit on 'em," said Young Pete. "Not now.
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