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They swept past the lad within hailing distance, riding hard, while he continued to reach for home. Stacy had turned to look back at the racing sheepmen, when his pony drove biting and striking right into the flock crowded about the water hole, for the ponies liked the sheep no more than did the cook. The broncho went down like a flash, hopelessly entangled with the bleating, frightened animals.
Mounting the broncho, which Little Fellow had caught and brought back, I ordered the Indians to get their horses and follow; and I rode up to the level prairie. Against the southern horizon shone the yellow birch of a wigwam. Vague movements were apparent through the long grass, from which we conjectured the raiders were hastening back with news of Diable's capture.
The lad's grit had been aroused, however, and he was determined that he would not let go until he should have conquered the fighting broncho. With a squeal of rage, the pony leaped sideways. A deep ditch led along by the side of the road, but this the enraged animal had not noticed. Into it he went, kicking and fighting, pieces of Phil's yellow robe streaming from his hoofs.
When Weldon came to himself, he was kneeling behind the old gray wall, revolver in hand, firing full in the faces of the Boer horsemen, scarce fifteen feet away. Carew, his right foot dangling, had been hustled to the rear of the kraal where the gray broncho and her mates were in comparative shelter. "Weldon?" He looked up in a half-dazed fashion.
THE log swept out into the yellow swirl, bobbing up and down in the turbulent current. "Bobs like a buckin' broncho," said Shorty. "Make you seasick, Si?" "Not yet," answered his partner. "I ain't so much afraid o' that as I am that some big alligator-gar 'll come along and take his dinner off my leg."
"Four-year-old, high-life, a handful, but no vicious tricks," Billy chanted, as he stopped beside Saxon. "Skin like tissue paper, mouth like silk, but kill the toughest broncho ever foaled look at them lungs an' nostrils. They call her Ramona some Spanish name: sired by Morellita outa genuine Morgan stock." "And they will sell her?"
Broncho, as soon as he struck his native soil, had discovered a camp of other Indians on the Bowery and spent most of his time in their encampment, leaving a Cockney Englishman in charge of the lions and the horse.
The bit had broken in the mouth of the broncho and the reins hung loosely in the woman's helpless hands. They were almost up with the clowns' wagon when the woman was seen to sway dizzily in her saddle, as the leather slipped beneath her. Then she plunged headlong to the ground.
Soon after daylight, his lunch for the day packed in the pouch he slung over his shoulder, he left astride the mouse-coloured, saddleless broncho; not to return until dark or later, tired and hungry, but ever smiling at the home-coming, ever considerate.
"If that's the rustler wearin' the war-bonnet and ridin' a piebald broncho, then he ain't liable ter come back not with my bullet in him. I didn't catch sight of his face didn't savee it was Broken Feather. No, Alf, thank you, I ain't able ter mount. Leave me right here, hustle along with the Express, and send help from your first relay station."
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