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"Am I to understand, sir, that you are referring to my friend as a horse-thief?" he demanded, bridling. "I merely asked you to take that message to him," said Kenneth coolly. "I might add cattle-thief, sheep-stealer, hog-thief or " "Why, good God, sir," gasped Mr. Trentman, "he'd shoot you down like a dog if I " "You may also tell Mr. Lapelle that his bosom friend Martin Hawk is in jail."
The personal observation strongly marked in all Boldrewood's novels has in Robbery under Arms its fullest, as well as most skilful, expression. As a squatter, the author had seen the practices of the cattle-thief, and learned his language.
"It isn't, anyway," said Steve. "I wouldn't swap your little finger for a king's gold crown " "Moonshine," cut in Terry. "Listen to me, Steve Packard: You saw those swapped brands and you kept your mouth shut." "It is generally considered " "I said to listen to me! You didn't say a word to me because you believed my dad was a cattle-thief!"
"Yep, jest a plain Nebraska rustler, cattle-thief, an' all round no-good customer, though I ain't taken to houndin' women yet." For answer Snap Naab's right hand slowly curved upward before him and stopped taut and inflexible, while his strange eyes seemed to shoot sparks. "See here, Naab, why do you want to throw a gun on me?" asked the rustler, coolly.
Now, yonder witch and cattle-thief has richly earned her doom, yet, because you ask it, Suzanne Botmar, I am ready to withdraw the prosecution against her, and to destroy the written record of it in my hand, on two conditions, of which the first is that she pays over to me by way of compensation for what she has stolen, all her cattle and other belongings. Do you consent to that, witch?"
You won't shoot the lady, I know. And for myself I'll take my chance." "Guess you won't be any the worse for that," grinned Nixon, at his elbow. Warden's smile gleamed for an instant in answer, but he passed swiftly on. "Did you ever hear of a cattle-thief called Buckskin Bill? He flourished in these parts some five years ago. There was no mine in Barren Valley then.
He did so with another nervous laugh. "I'm 'fired, Eve. Kicked out by Dan McLagan, and branded by him as a suspected cattle-thief, as surely as surely as they've found a bunch of his cattle branded with my brand." They had reached the gate, and Eve turned facing him. There was a curious look in her eyes. It was almost one of relief. Yet it was not quite. There was something else in it.
"A cattle-thief," broke in Sandy. "A 'bad man' of the worst," nodded Minky. "He's all these, an' more," went on Bill, scowling. "He's a low-down skunk, he's a pestilence, he's a murderer. You're goin' to hunt him back ther' to his own shack in the foothills with his gang of toughs around him, an' you're goin' to make him hand back your wife. Say, you're sure crazy. He'll kill you.
Some of them work odd times. They rustle a few steer, steal, rob, anythin' for a little money to drink an' gamble. Jest a bad lot! "But the strangers as are always comin' an' goin' strangers that never git acquainted some of them are likely to be the rustlers. Bill an' Bo Snecker are in town now. Bill's a known cattle-thief. Bo's no good, the makin' of a gun-fighter. He heads thet way.
"In there," replied the cattle-thief, jerking his head toward the cabin, which was now fairly ablaze and sending out so much heat that the troopers were obliged to draw away from it.
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