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When he was drunk he feared neither man nor devil, and he could speak best so. Therefore Cleve had given him enough money in advance to put him in trim. "What you think Buck'll say about me, Cleve?" Ellen asked anxiously. "What's he mean to accuse me of?"
"Oh, no use getting all het up," rejoined Cranky Joe. "We ain't a-going to fight 'less we has to. Better pay up." "Send yore bills to the ranch if they're O. K., Buck'll pay 'em." "Nix; I take it when I can get it." "I ain't got no money with me that I can spare." "Then you can leave enough cows to buy back again."
As he stumbled his left hand streaked to his hip, and when he fell he had a gun in each hand. As he disappeared from sight Goodeye and Bill Jones stepped from behind the store and started to run away. Not able to resist the temptation to look again, they stopped and turned and Bill laughed. "Easy as sin," he said. "Run, yu fool Red an' Buck'll be here.
"Come right in, Curly," he said kindly. Then he laid his rifle on the table and pointed at it. "The magazine's loaded plumb up. Guess no man has a right to give up his life without a kick. That'll help you if they come along which they won't. Maybe Buck'll be along directly. Don't shoot him down. Anyway he's got Cæsar with him so you'll know. I'm going down to the camp."
Buck lay down with a sound that was almost a moan and the boat took up its silent glide toward safety. "It's fierce ter leave him this 'a'way!" muttered Buck, "Yous tell him, won't yer, an' her she's a ly-dy, she is. She's all white! Tell her Buck'll do ez much fer her some day ef he ever gits the chanct." "In doin' fer her you'd be doin' fer him, I spekullate," said Sam after a long pause.
There's no need to fly off the handle like that." "I'll tell Buck I couldn't get you," said Mr. Crocker, moving another step. "Here, stop! What's the matter with you?" "Are youse comin' wit me?" "Sure, if you get the conditions. Buck's got to slip me half of whatever he gets out of this." "Dat's right. Buck'll slip youse half of anyt'ing he gets." "All right, then.
Orme was leading by the bridle his own horse, which was slightly lame from a strain received in the hunt. "Some buck'll slip an arrer into him, if he don't look out," said Auberry. "He's got no business out there." We saw Orme making some sort of gestures, pointing to his horse and the others. "Wonder if he wants to trade horses!" mused Auberry, chuckling.
They go skootin' about, an' weave an' turn an' twist like these yere water-bugs jiggin' it on the surface of some pond. Sometimes a buck'll lay his nose along the ground while he dances sleigh bells jinglin', feathers tossin'! Then he'll straighten up ontil he looks like he's eight foot tall; an' they shore throws themse'fs with a heap of heart an' sperit. "It's as well they does.
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