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You remember he helped me put out the fire." Soon they were at the gate of the corral where a group of men and women stood awaiting them. Inspector Dickson was first: "Hello, Cameron! Got back, eh? Welcome home, Mrs. Cameron," he said as he helped her to alight. Smith stood at the bronchos' heads. "Now, Inspector," said Cameron, holding him by hand and collar, "now what does this business mean?"
Let's hurry up, fellows, and get busy," he continued, pushing his chair away from the table. "Won't you go along, Mr. Melton." "Like to," said their host. "Nothing would suit me better than to pull in some of the sockdolagers you'll find in that lake. But I've got a date with a horse dealer to-day, who's coming up to look at some of my bronchos, and I can't get off.
The agonized watchers saw the rider lean far over the bronchos and seize one line, then gradually begin to turn the flying ponies away from the cut bank and steer them in a wide circle across the prairie. "Thank God! Thank God! Oh, thank God!" cried the doctor brokenly, wiping the sweat from his face.
"How you must care for me," she voiced almost unconsciously. "How you must care for me!" She did not expect an answer. She was not disappointed. Again a silence fell; a silence of which she was unconscious, for she was thinking. Minutes passed. In the barn the bronchos were passively waiting. At the parsonage the young minister still sat scowling in his study.
At many places on the prairie the haymakers were loading the great wagons; here and there a fallow field was burning; yonder a house was building; cattle were being rounded up; and far off, like moving specks, ranchmen were climbing the hills where the wild bronchos were, for a day of the toughest, most thrilling sport which the world knows.
"On the fourth." "I'll be there." After supper was over Reynolds said: "Are you too tired to ride over to the ranch?" "Oh, no! I'm all right now." "Well, I'll just naturally throw the saddles on a couple of bronchos and we'll go see the folks." Mose felt a warm glow around his heart as he trotted away beside Reynolds across the smooth sod.
Farley feared his associates, and they would permit him and Carmena to leave the Hole only one at a time. On the other hand, when he first met Carmena, she had been alone on the trail, only a few miles from the railway. Why had she not galloped to the nearest station and led a sheriff's posse to free her father and sister? She knew that Cochise and his fellows were "bronchos."
The whip socket contained a hickory stick five feet long with a lash twelve feet in length attached to one end. I gave the word to let them go, but the little bronchos thought different and balked. The number of times they bucked and threw themselves, started and bucked again, would be impossible to say.
Men, cities, civilization contaminate waters that are not isolated. Copple told me a man named Mitchell had lived in that lonely place thirty years ago. Copple, as a boy, had worked for him had ridden wild bronchos and roped wild steers in that open, many and many a day. Something of unconscious pathos showed in Copple's eyes as he gazed around, and in his voice.
He's there yit," said Tommy to himself. "We're on the dump now, Scotty, an' we won't be long, me bhoy, till we see the lights av Swipey's saloon. Git along there, will ye!" The bronchos after their fifteen-mile drive along the unspeakable bush roads, finding the smooth surface of the railway grade beneath their feet, set off at a good lope. It was now quite dark.
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