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He had no difficulty in catching the pony, as it was quite exhausted from the run. And thus leading his prize, Dave started back. Mr. Bellmore, who had done as Dave had, taken a long drink and a wash, was also much refreshed. "It surely was tough luck," remarked the engineer, "but it couldn't be helped. We did our best!" "I should say so!" exclaimed Dave.
"What?" asked his father. "He's been talking to them!" and Len pointed to Dave and the others from Bar U ranch across the stream. "Ha! So that's the game!" exclaimed Mr. Molick. "Well, I'll show you that two can play at it, Mr. Bellmore!" he sneered. "If you don't want to go into this scheme with me, after promising " "I never promised!" interrupted the other. "Well, it was the same thing.
Molick's land, to have a public right-of- way over it, especially so near the water. It might spoil our legal title. So I told him to fence it in before we did any business." "Then you haven't done any business yet?" "Not actually closed it, no. I am about to, and then I hope to do some business with you." Mr. Bellmore smiled frankly, but Mr.
They were on a downward slope now, and the going was better. Slowly but surely they were overtaking Len. Now and then he glanced back over his shoulder, as if to measure the distance separating him from his pursuers. "Do you think he'll shoot?" asked Mr. Bellmore. "He may," said Dave, calmly. "He's a big enough bully to do so, but he's the worst shot you ever heard of.
"How did it look?" "How was it dressed?" "Did it say anything?" "Didn't you scream?" "I'll try to answer everything at once," said Mrs. Bellmore, heroically, "although I'm frightfully hungry. Something awakened me I'm not sure whether it was a noise or a touch and there stood the phantom. I never burn a light at night, so the room was quite dark, but I saw it plainly. I wasn't dreaming.
At breakfast on the last morning of her visit, Mrs. Bellmore startled and entranced every one present by announcing positively that she had seen the ghost. "Did it have a a a ?" Mrs. Kinsolving, in her suspense and agitation, could not bring out the word. "No, indeed far from it." There was a chorus of questions from others at the table. "Weren't you frightened?" "What did it do?"
Bellmore s story as a made-up affair, charitably offered as an offset to the unkind vision seen by Mrs. Fischer-Suympkins. But one or two present perceived that her assertions bore the genuine stamp of her own convictions. Truth and candour seemed to attend upon every word.
Bellmore, the cattle could not be moved. They fought for places at the edge of the stream-which was a stream no longer, but only a slough, in which more than one fine steer was now mired. "It's of no use," said Skinny, wearily, after a bit. "You can't budge 'em! They'll have to die here." "No they won't!" exclaimed the engineer. "How are you goin' t' stop 'em?" asked another of the cowboys.
"You can but you'll not!" was the ranch owner's decision. "I want you to take a little rest. The worst of the job's over, anyhow." Dave was nothing loath to have a little respite, and as he came up to the chuck wagon, where Mr. Bellmore was eagerly waiting for him, the Chicago man said: "Well, I never expected to see you come up this way, Dave," and he held out a welcoming hand.
But the fact of the matter was that his horse Stepped into the burrow of a prairie dog, and, a moment later, the foreman went flying over the head of his steed, landing on the soft grass some distance away. Dave and Mr. Bellmore pulled up at once, but they had hardly done so before Pete leaped to his feet. "Ride on I Ride on!" he yelled. "Don't mind me. Get that skunk!" "But you may be hurt!"
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