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I now followed him, leaving Bran and Lena to do their best, and at a killing pace we crossed the plain through a narrow belt of trees, down a stony hollow, over another plain, through a small jungle, on entering which Killbuck was within a few yards of the buck's haunches.
And then there's Sourdough. When that husky's leg is sound again he'll be about as safe a domestic pet as a full-grown grizzly. No, it's better you should be away for a bit. Also, my friend, it's a chance for you. There are some pretty queer customers pass along that Buck's Crossing trail these days, making north. Your beat's a long one. You'll have a good deal of responsibility; and, who knows?
"That's so," replied the Padre, still bent upon his own thoughts. After that it was quite a minute before either spoke. Yet there seemed to be no awkwardness. Finally it was the Padre who broached the matters that lay between them. "I got ten thousand dollars for it!" he said. "The farm?" Buck's interrogation was purely mechanical.
You don't mean to tell me that that another man's been shot." Buck's eyes widened, but he did not pause. "That's the aunt, I reckon," he muttered, as he sped down the slope. His lips straightened. "Another! Holy cats! What the devil am I up against, anyhow? A murder syndicate?" Pop Daggett hesitated and glanced uneasily toward the door.
In all probability no power on earth could have induced them to stir from the spot where they had been left, until the drenching rain had blotted out the furnace raging below. This had been Buck's thought.
Then he crawled hack to the trunk of the tree and slid down carefully so that he would not frighten the pinto. He went up and took the hobble off Buck Olney's feet, felt in the seam of his coat-lapel, and pulled out four pins, with which he fastened Buck's "pedigree" between Buck's shrinking shoulder-blades.
He would, of course, have made it his business to get early information of Mr Ford's movements. It would be easy for him to discover that the millionaire had been called away to the north and that the Nugget was still an inmate of Sanstead House. And here he was preparing for the grand attack. I had been premature in removing Buck's name from the list of active combatants. Broken legs mend.
In this impregnable position young Lancer chose to distinguish himself, and with a beautiful spring he flew straight at the buck's head; but the elk met him with a tremendous blow with the fore feet, which broke his back, and the unfortunate Lancer was killed in his first essay and swept over the waterfall. This buck was at bay for two hours before he was killed.
Buck's expression had grown suddenly keen and eager. "Well?" he urged. "What did happen, anyhow? I had my suspicions there was something queer about that business, but You can trust me, old man." Bemis nodded, his dark eyes searching Stratton's face. "I'll take a chance," he answered. "I got to. There ain't nobody else.
"We're like rats in a trap." A sharp oath escaped the man's lips. "We ain't beat yet," he cried fiercely. The reply was the heart of the man speaking. Joan understood it. And from it she understood more. She understood the actual peril in the midst of which they were. There was nothing more to be said. Buck's whole attention was upon the billows of smoke and the lurid reflections thereon.
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