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She broke into song, the clear voice flinging back from the mountainside to the cañon that dropped on their right: "My partner's horse is my horse, bunky From his fetlock to the bucking-strap, From his flying hoofs to the saddle-flap My partner's horse is my horse, bunky.
Shorty remarked, stooping to investigate the bucking-strap on his saddle a superfluous performance, for Pedro never bucked. "You won't have to walk," said Balaam. "Stay all night, and I'll send you over comfortably in the morning, when the wagon goes for the mail." "Walk?" Shorty retorted. "Drybone's twenty-five miles. Pedro'll put me there in three hours and not know he done it."
He struggled desperately to grasp the saddlehorn and managed to draw himself up again; but the warning was sufficient to make him hunt about for some means of making himself more secure in the saddle. It was a difficult task to do anything with only one hand, but he managed to tie his left arm to the bucking-strap. If the end came, at least he was sure to die in the saddle.
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