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And Blinky's wife is with us." "Wife? I didn't know Blinky had one. Fetch her in. We'll make room somewhere." "No, we've already fixed a place for her in that wagon with the square top," went on Pan. "She's been sick. Rustle, Dad. Fetch me the blankets." "Got them right inside. We bought new ones," said Smith, opening the door to hurry in. "Mother," called Pan, "everything's all right.
Purcell, perhaps, or others of like ilk, might have to be drawn upon sooner or later, but that being a personal encounter caused Pan no anxiety. Thus he allayed the doubts and misgivings that had been roused over Blinky's supposition. "Let's see," he asked when he reached camp. "How many horses have we, all told?"
During the sunset hour Pan helped grease the wagon wheels, something that had been neglected, and had retarded their progress. Other tasks used up the time until dark. Bobby got himself spanked by falling out of the wagon after he had been put to bed. It was after nightfall when Pan heard Blinky's call. He hurried over to the wagon, where he found his comrade tremendously excited.
Once he got them out of town they were safe. Suddenly Blinky reached behind the girl and gave Pan a punch. Turning, Pan saw his comrade point back. A dull red flare lighted up the sky. Fire! Pan's heart gave a leap. The Yellow Mine was burning. The crowd of drinkers and gamblers had fled before Blinky's guns. Pan was hoping that only he and Blinky would ever know who had killed Dick Hardman.
Any girl would get enough with the pack at her heels day in and day out. Besides she's done for unless she looses Quarrier and starts on a duke-hunt over in Blinky's country! Is anybody on for a sail? Is anybody on for anything? No? Oh, very well. Shove that decanter north by west, Billy." This was characteristic of the dog-days at Shotover.
On the way back to camp, Pan, pondering very gravely over the question, at last decided that such a bold raid was a remote possibility, and that his and Blinky's subtle reaction to the thought came from their highly excited imaginations. The days of rustling cattle and stealing horses on a grand scale were gone into the past.
"Howdy, bridegroom," returned Pan with appreciative eyes on Blinky's shiny face and slick hair. "How's your wife?" "Daid to the world," whispered Blinky, blushing red as a rose. "I took a peep. Gee! Pard, I hope she sleeps all day an' all night. Shore I'm scared fer her to wake." "I don't blame you, cowboy. It'll be funny when she finds out she's got a boss."
The first are not much use to a man without the second; but, in spite of all temptations, Bill has always declined to number among his punters the mother of the child he stole. But the poor lady regularly punts on his ponies, and just as regularly is "sent up" in other words, loses her money. To-day she has backed Blinky's pair, Nostrils and Tin Can, for the double.
"That's so," said Owen. "He would have been swimming to shore with the stolen watch and drowned." "But, of course, he would swim to shore, unless well, it's a case of making sure beforehand. We could persuade him to go in and try to kill Blinky here while Blinky's asleep then rush in and finish him. Even Pauline was a witness to the attack he made on Blinky this afternoon."
Pan turned horses back, but he could not tell how quickly they would wheel again and elude him. Once he thought he saw a rider on a white mount, yet could not be sure. Then he decided he was mistaken, for none of Blinky's horses were white. This melee down in the dusty basin was bad. Driving was hampered by the obscurity.
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