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A gawky creature, with a coat like a bear's, he moved with the awkward grace of a puppy, slithering and slipping in the mud, yet always recovering himself with surprising speed and precision. Boy dismounted, and Silver followed her example. She held out her hand toward the colt. "Come on, the boy!" she cooed. "Billy Bluff's not here to rag you."
"All right, it was a pretty clever piece of work, and he knew it. If that big hound had ever laid hold of you ugh! I don't want to think of it. Let's talk about something pleasant Bluff's pump-gun for instance," remarked Frank. His eyes met those of Jerry, and the other turned red in the face. "I don't see anything pleasant about that subject. Goodness knows we hear enough of it from him.
When a crow, that had been watching their coming with suspicious eye, gave a series of harsh caws, and flapping his wings, took flight, Andy caught hold of Bluff's sleeve, and gave it a tug. "Q-q-quit t-t-that!" exclaimed Bluff, in a shrill whisper. "G-g-guess I'm k-k-keyed up enough, without m-m-akin' me j-j-jump out of my s-s-skin!"
Indeed, this same instrument is at present nowise restricted by that condition in Colorado, and is not only, year by year, altering the conformation of all sand and clay bluff's on the Plains, but is tearing down, rebuilding, and fashioning on its facile lathe many rock-strata of the solidity of the more friable grits, wherever exposed to its action.
His mother, who was very proud of her son's independence, could not but feel sorry that he was subject to such persecutions. "Ah, mother," he would say, "the thing that I am proudest of in my life is, that I spent a year in Bluff's soap factory. Don't think that I am annoyed at the barkings of lap-dogs." At last came the day of graduation. Dudley led the class.
She could not let him die, that she knew; but how might she save him? The strains of music and the laughter from the bunkhouse had ceased. The ranch slept. Over the brow of the low bluff upon the opposite side of the river a little party of silent horsemen filed downward to the ford. At the bluff's foot a barbed-wire fence marked the eastern boundary of the ranch's enclosed fields.
"I hit my buck, for I saw him go down on his knees," he asserted moodily. "Oh, that ain't anything. An elk often runs off with several bad wounds. I only hope he don't die in the woods somewhere," said Reddy, examining the tracks of those that had escaped. "Will it pay us to follow them up and see if Bluff's buck fell?" asked Frank, more to please his chum than because they needed the game.
"HE didn't make no mistake that time," the old man was fond of saying with emphasis, to the amusement of Mr. Haggard and the annoyance of his wife. Boy in Her Eyrie In the corner of the yard at Putnam's was Billy Bluff's kennel.
"I hope you won't do anything of the kind, kids," said the fellow whose arm had been stung by Bluff's stick. "We only wanted to have a lark with you. Sure you don't think we'd be fools enough to run away with such valuable things as them motorcycles, when the telephone would get us at the next town?
Even Bluff's raillery failed to enthuse him, and the look he cast toward the shore was most pitiful and woebegone. Seeing this, Frank took pity on his sick chum. "Hand me that camera, Bluff; and you, Jerry, grab hold of this wheel here. Keep her just as we are, and dodge the big waves as they come, or else we'll all get a beautiful ducking."
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