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Updated: July 2, 2025
I betche he's laying low, right now, waiting for a chance to pot-shot us. We better git back out uh this." He edged away, his eyes on the thicket just below. To ride in there was impossible, even to the Happy Family in whole or in part. To go in afoot was not at all to the liking of Happy Jack. Slim gave a comprehensive, round-eyed stare at the unpromising surroundings, and followed Happy Jack.
"I betche yuh won't see no horses t'day ner no night-hawk, neither." The Happy Family looked at one another and grinned. "Who'll stir the lemonade and help pass the sandwiches?" asked Pink, sadly. "Who'll push, when the school-ma'am wants to swing? Or Len Adams? or " "Oh, saw off!" Weary implored. "We can think up troubles enough, Cadwolloper, without any help from you."
Tracks are fresher around that' water-hole'n what they have been, an' Applehead, he's all enthused. I betche we land them fellers t'morrow." Out of the arroyo in a place where the scant grassland lapped down over the edge, Happy Jack led the way and the rest followed eagerly. Too often had they made dry camp not to feel jubilant over the prospect even of a brackish water-hole.
"Happy, you'll have to drive," said Weary, his tone a command. "Aw, gwan!" Happy Jack objected, "He rode out here all right last night unless somebody took him up in front on the saddle, which I hain't heard about nobody doing. A cook's supposed to do his own driving. I betche " Weary went close and pointed a finger impressively.
"Betche ten dollars, two to one, he won't run," he said, digging his fists into his eyes like a baby. Weary, dead game, took him up, though he knew what desperate chances he was taking. "Betche five dollars, even up, he runs backwards," grinned Happy Jack, and Weary accepted that wager also.
I've saw men shot up before " "Aw I betche you'd think it was bad if you had it " murmured Happy Jack peevishly, lifting his eyelids heavily for a resentful glance when they moved him a little. But even as Big Medicine grinned joyfully down at him he went off again into mental darkness, and the grin faded into solicitude.
Every man of them rode humped away from the wind, his head drawn down as close to his shoulders as might be. Conversation under those conditions was not likely to become brisk. "A fellow that'll punch cows for a living," Happy Jack asserted venomously after a minute, "had ought to be shut up somewheres. He sure ain't responsible. I betche next summer don't see me at it." "Aw, shut up.
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