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His bloodshot eyes turned from one to another. "Where'd you find the bull, Scott?" asked John. "First located him on Fire Mesa. Been round about considerable since." "Whose bull is it now?" Charleton Falkner pushed Democrat toward the fence. "Mine!" Scott spoke shortly, his freckled face unmoved. "Do you think it was worth the price?" demanded Spencer.
The exhibition began at ten in the morning and lasted all day, with an hour at noon for dinner. There was the usual roping and throwing of steers and the usual riding of bucking broncos by men and women young and old. Douglas rode and rode well, but he had his peer in Jimmy Day and in Charleton.
"Charleton," he demanded suddenly, "do you want the kid to grow up to be just like you?" Charleton looked at Douglas in astonishment. "Like me? Listen, Doug, old-timer, I'm going to spend the rest of my life licking out of him anything I see in him like me!" Douglas gave up in despair and went out to finish the chores. It was a disjointed day, of course.
I wish you'd come down to my place to-night. I'm planning a trip. I don't suppose John would loan you Beauty for a couple of days?" Douglas shook his head. "Well," Charleton went on, "I guess Buster can stand up under the work." "Buster belongs to Judith now. I've been trying to get time to break that dapple gray Young Jeff gave me, after the trial. He's a good horse.
Thence with my Lord Bruncker home by coach to Mrs. Williams's, where Bab. Allen and Dr. Charleton dined. Bab and I sang and were mighty merry as we could be there, where the rest of the company did not overplease. Thence took her by coach to Hales's, and there find Mrs. Pierce and her boy and Mary. She had done sitting the first time, and indeed her face is mighty like at first dash.
"Aw, come off, Charleton!" exclaimed Douglas. "I've learned more dirt from you than I bet Judith ever has from Inez. Come on, let's go get the horses. Thanks for the grub, Mr. Fowler." "You are very welcome. Don't go away angry with me, Falkner. If I called you foul-minded, you called me by a foul name." "I guess we're even," agreed Charleton. "I'm obliged to you for the meal."
"It's a kind of mental stomach-ache most young fellows get about the time they begin to fall in love." Douglas grunted. "Though you were pretty young to run into Oscar that way," Charleton went on thoughtfully. "It isn't that; though I was scared stiff, of course. But it was seeing Oscar laid in the ground to rot and hearing you and Peter and Dad say that was all there was to it."
"Charleton shot my dog!" he said. "What shall I do with him?" asked Johnny. "Shut him up in the feed shed and I'll bury him in the morning." Douglas stalked into the house, where the two others shortly followed him. They looked at his face and for a moment even old Johnny hesitated to speak.
John Spencer, always at his best when great physical demands were being made upon him, came through the winter better than Douglas, whose profound restlessness was beginning to tell even on his youthful strength. It was almost as much of a relief to Doug's family as to Doug to have Charleton Falkner insist, late in April, that Doug go on a wild horse hunt with him.
The bull was stamping in a circle in the vain attempt to trample his victim. "Don't shoot!" gasped Charleton. "Rope his hind legs and throw him! By God, I'll keep him now!" Twice Doug's lariat darted through the air before the loop caught. But the third attempt was successful and he raced the half-maddened Moose away and jerked the bull off his feet.
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