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I know I might as well talk to the wind. You always were open to all the fool germs going, Ted Holiday. Some day you'll own the old Doc knew best." "I wouldn't admit to being so hanged well up on the chicken-roost proposition myself if I were you," retorted Ted impudently. "So long. I'm much obliged for your kind favors all but the moral sentiments. You can have those back.
The bear, smarting from his scalds and with all his preconceived ideas about women overthrown, betook himself in haste to another and remoter hunting-ground. A good deal of his hair came off, in patches, and for a long time he had a rather poor opinion of himself. When, for over a week, there had been no more raids upon barn or chicken-roost, and no more bear-tracks about the garden, Mrs.
There was no wind; when she heard the dry leaves whisk she caught a sudden glimpse of a fox that, with his crafty shadow pursuing him, leaped upon the wood-pile, nimbly ran along its length, and so, noiselessly, away while the dogs snored beneath the house. A cock crew from the chicken-roost; the mountain echoed the resonant strain.
Also, he held White Fang's nose down to the slain hens, and at the same time cuffed him soundly. White Fang never raided a chicken-roost again. It was against the law, and he had learned it. Then the master took him into the chicken-yards. White Fang's natural impulse, when he saw the live food fluttering about him and under his very nose, was to spring upon it.
As I sprang over a fence I heard my name pronounced, followed by the report of several revolvers and carbines, that sent the bullets about me altogether too close for comfort. "Well, to make a long story short, I laid about in the woods for a month, making a raid now and then on a chicken-roost, to supply my commissary department; but all this while the rebels followed me like blood-hounds.
But this kind of work in the dark makes one creepy. I feel as though I were robbing a judge's chicken-roost." Hal laughed softly and hurried after the vanishing troops. Within a few minutes more the rear guard had arrived. By this time the rain had begun to come down again in torrents, but this favored the work of the American troops.
"Not on your fat life!" said Bull Cassidy. "I got one wing that's workin' and I'm goin' to fly her till she gits busted." "Let's clean 'em up! Might's well do a good job now we're at it. Where's Bud?" "He's layin' over there back of the chicken-roost. Reckon he's thinkin' things over. He ain't sayin' much." "Bud down, too? Then I guess we ride!" And they swept out after Shorty.
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