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Some of them were reloading their big revolvers, for they, like Baldy, in the excess of their spirits, had fired off every chamber. But no one had been hurt, for they merely shot in the air. "Well, you got here, boys, I see," remarked Baldy. "That's what we did!" cried Necktie Harry, who was flecking some dust off the end of his gaudy scarf.
"By the sea gate. I have extra swimming equipment cached under the jetty." "And the Rover ships await you at sea?" "Yes." "Then we shall take your way, since the cutters are sunk." "There is only one extra gill-pack and that Baldy sub is out there, too!" "So? Then we shall try another road, though it will sap our power temporarily." Her head inclined slightly to the left as if she listened. "Good!
"Mush, Spot, Queen, Baldy," and there was a slight increase in briskness, which was checked again as they swung by the guard. "Now then, Spot," and George gave a peculiar shrill whistle that to the dog meant "Full Speed Ahead." He watched the distance between himself and Dan decrease slowly at first; then more rapidly until they were abreast of one another.
We must make the best of it, and, after all, I suppose there is really no great danger." "None at all, I guess, if we do as they say," agreed Baldy. "But I don't fancy being kept here a week." "Do their ceremonies last as long as that?" asked Russ. "Often longer. Well, I'll go see what I can do, and then I'll come back and report. Here, you keep one of those," and he handed a big revolver to Paul.
Frank said he would rather take Old Baldy for the cougar than any other horse we had. Leaving me in camp, he and Jones rode off to fetch Kitty. About five o'clock they came trotting up through the forest with Jim, who had fallen in with them on the way. Old Baldy had remained true to his fame nothing, not even a cougar bothered him.
The latter said, "I seen Baldy's sheep yesterday going about in mobs, and nobody to look after them." Then the three men went to the deserted hut. Everything in it seemed undisturbed. The dog was watching at the door, and they told him to seek Baldy.
"But where did those cowboys come from?" persisted Baldy. "They're not cowboys!" declared Necktie Harry, looking to see if his scarf had suffered any from the smoke and cinders. "Did you ever see real cow punchers ride the way they do like sacks of meal. They're fakes, that's what they are!" For an instant Baldy stared at the speaker, and then cried: "That's it!
As often happens during the afternoon, the sky had begun to clear; and as evening approached, the tall Santa Fé Sierra shone out majestically, free from clouds, the top of "Baldy" covered with snow. The high timber on the lower ridges appeared distinct, and the folds of the mountain-sides clothed in vivid green alternated with black yet luminous shadows.
Harty did not close the door behind her until he had seen her kneel at the altar-rail. Out in the street again, he turned abruptly to his chum. "Look here, Baldy, what was it her father whispered to you just before she came into the backroom?" "What?
The drive back to town was pleasant but uneventful. Ben, perfectly well again, was eager to begin his school work and lay a foundation for the wonderful education that Moose Jones had in mind for him, while Baldy was glad to be at home once more where he could settle down to his regular duties.
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