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The wolf was suspicious and afraid; for Buck made three of him in weight, while his head barely reached Buck's shoulder. Watching his chance, he darted away, and the chase was resumed. Time and again he was cornered, and the thing repeated, though he was in poor condition, or Buck could not so easily have overtaken him.
For a moment the unconscious form yielded and then convulsively straightened. Elmer knew that his companion and protector was dead. With strength that he did not know he had Elmer laid Buck's dead body behind the little wall of freight boxes. Then, as if by intuition, he sprang forward and found what he suspected the unmoving form of an Indian.
His purpose was rapidly becoming evident. He glanced over the faces about him, and knew that the same thought was in each mind. He laughed as though an absurd thought had passed through his mind. "Course," he exclaimed, "it's durned ridic'lous. Ther's two fellers we know livin' in the hills. Jest two. Ther's Buck an' the Padre. Buck's bin around this creek ever since he was raised.
But when she spoke, her voice was low and almost steady. "If you expect me to beg you for my job, you're mistaken. T. A. Buck's Featherloom Petticoats have been my existence for almost ten years. I've sold Featherlooms six days in the week, and seven when I had a Sunday customer.
All that Sherbrooke could perceive was, that it was a man mounted on a remarkably fine horse, riding with ease and grace, and bearing altogether the appearance of a gentleman. "Pray, sir," said the stranger, "can you tell me how far I am from the inn called the Buck's Horns, and whether this is the direct road thither?"
It was a distinct annoyance to him that Tom Harbison should lean far out of the back of the car and wave his forty-dollar panama hat at Judith Buck's retreating figure, and even a greater annoyance that Judith should turn around when she got to the brow of the hill and see the fine hat doing obeisance to her. Cousin Ann Looks Backward Mildred was right.
Here was a day's work cut out as neatly as could be. Running toward the spot, I found the buck's track leading in that direction, and I gave two or three view halloos at the top of my voice to bring the rest of the pack down upon it. They were close at hand, but the high wind had prevented me from hearing them, and away they came from the jungle, rushing down upon the scent like a flock of birds.
"We should not have sold our farm, and Ike and Pete would have been alive now." "In Ike's case it would have been a pity." The Padre smiled. He took Buck's protest for what it was worth. "Yes, life's pretty twisted. It's always been the same with me. Wherever I've got busy trying to help those I had regard for I generally managed to find my efforts working out with a result I never reckoned on.
So Zinti took him on his back as a man takes a sack of flour, while Sihamba supported his legs, and thus between them, with great toil, for the way was very steep, they carried him by a sloping buck's path to the top of the precipice, and laid him upon the mule. "Which way now?" gasped Zinti, for being strong he had borne the weight.
It came from the south, from the direction of Las Vegas. Buck flung up his head and pulled instinctively on the reins. Jessup caught his breath with an odd, whistling intake. "There!" he gasped unevenly. For a moment or two they sat motionless, listening intently, Buck's face a curious mixture of alertness and surprise.
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