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"But, O Sheikh Boo Bucker Saakhi, we wish you to understand that our countrymen will reward you handsomely with numerous articles such as your soul desires, if you treat us with that hospitality for which you princes of the Desert are famed throughout the world." "That may be true; but a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush," answered the sheikh.
I really hired Sol because he reminded me of some one I'd known and liked, though I couldn't just remember at the time who it was; but one day, after he'd been with me about a week, it came to me in a flash that he was the living image of old Bucker, a billy-goat I'd set aheap of store by when I was a boy. That was a lesson to me on the foolishness of getting sentimental in business.
He did not yet essay the short, stiff-legged action of the typical bucker, but made long, reaching, low-headed plunges, seeking his own freedom in that way, perhaps half in some equine wonder of his own. None the less the wrenching of the girl's back, the leverage on her flexed knee, unprotected, were unmistakable. The horse reared again and yet again, high, striking out as she checked him.
"With the Lone Star outfit." "Get fired?" "Company gone out of business country getting too popular, what with homesteaders, forest rangers, and Mary's little lamb," explained Steve. "Hm! Can you ride a bucker?" "I can pull leather and kinder stick on." "I'll try you out for a week at two-fifty a day if you like." "You've hired Steve Yeager," promptly announced the owner of that name.
The boy got up abashed and red in the face, because several other ranchmen had come up and were enjoying his confusion, but he tried to put a good face on it, and said: "That's a bucker for fair." "No," responded Bob-Cat, "that isn't bucking," and he swung himself into the saddle. The sorrel commenced plunging and rearing again, this time with greater vigor.
"I liked to play football," says Mathewson. "I was a better football player than a baseball player in those days. I was considered a good punter. I was not much as a line bucker. The captain of the team always gave me a football to take with me in the summer. I occasionally had an opportunity to practice kicking after I was through with my baseball work.
When it came to ridin' a bucker or shootin' off an eye-winker or expressin' herself free an' frank, she didn't have to import no testimony to prove 'at she was his daughter either.
"Know, O Nazarene, that you are in the presence of the Sheikh Boo Bucker Saakhi, chief of the Ouadlims," was the answer. Though the sheikh did not appear a man likely to be won over by soft speeches, I determined to persevere. Unslinging my telescope, I held it out to him. "Here is an instrument which will enable a person who looks through it to see ten times as far as he can with his naked eye.
"Lick nothin'," bawled Blinky, "you'll need a doctor." But Pan stayed on that horse, which turned out to be the meanest and most violent bucker he had ever bestrode. Less powerful horses had thrown him. Eventually the plunging animal stopped, and Pan turned him back to camp. "Wal, you son-of-a-gun!" ejaculated Blinky, in genuine admiration. "How'd you ever keep company with him?"
As a matter of fact, he became detached rather early in the game, having been accidentally given a bucker. It was on the second day, I think, that his horse buried his head between his fore legs, and dramatized one of the best bits of the trip when Joe was totally unable to photograph it. He had his own guide and extra horse for the camera.
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