Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: April 30, 2025
"I'm sure I might save him if you'd let me try. Or are you really eager to shoot him?" Chip's muscles shrank. Eager to shoot him Silver, the only thing that loved and understood him? "You may come and look at him, if you like," he said, after a breath or two. Miss Whitmore overlooked the tolerance of the tone and stepped to his side, mechanically clutching the sketch in her fingers.
The general opinion is, that the blue lead occupies the bed of a large antediluvian river, which ran parallel with the Sacramento and about sixty miles eastward of it. It has been traced twenty miles or more, passing near Monte Cristo, Alleghany Town, Forest City, Chip's Flat and Zion Hill. Mr.
"Two can play at that game," and drawing a hasty bead on Chip, he pulled the trigger. Chip's horse, giving a convulsive leap to one side, staggered a little, and fell behind, but was soon in the lead again, apparently unhurt. "Boys," shouted Cummings, "d'ye see that dry creek bed.
Other things, too, came back to him, especially on Bland's part certain stolen moments of tenderness toward the girl, that had been interrupted in Chip's presence by a peremptory voice, saying, "Now, Emery, don't spoil the child," or "Lily, dear, can't you find anything better to do than tease your uncle?"
Philosophically he told himself it was Chip's funeral, if the Little Doctor made a kick. "All right, kid." Chip tossed the cigarette stub out of the window. "You can go ahead and read, now. Lock the door first, and don't you bother me not on your life." Then Chip plunged headlong into the Bad Lands, so to speak.
Chip's heart bounded. Edith was in New York. She had heard of his condition. She was coming back to him. He was to have his reward for taking pity on Maggie Clare. His tongue and lips were parched as he forced out the words: "Then it's good news or you wouldn't want to break it?" She was not visibly perturbed.
"No," replied Sandy, "except just this. Chip's pal said that he thought the feller that did the branding was left-handed. The edge that was deepest burned was on the other side from what it usually is when a right-hander does it. Course, on account of the brands bein' mixed up like, he couldn't say for sure, but that's the way it looked to him."
You ought to be thankful you can walk at all, and that you won't limp all your life. I was afraid for a while, just at first " "You were? Why didn't you tell me?" Chip's eyes were fixed sternly upon her. "Because I didn't want to. It would only have made matters worse, anyway. And you won't limp, you know, if you're careful for a while longer. I'm going to get Silver his sugar.
"I'd TELL a man I did!" the Kid retorted, with a perfect imitation of Chip's manner and tone when crossed. "I've been trying out all the darned benchest you've got and there ain't a one I'd give a punched nickel for but Silver. I'd a rode Shootin' Star, only he wouldn't stand still so I could get onto him. Whoever broke him did a bum job. The horse I break will stand, or I'll know the reason why.
On the reverse side in faint penciled characters were the words: "it to Cook," From the blurred appearance of the words it was evident that a rubber had been used to erase them. These words had escaped Chip's notice, but as soon as Mr. Pinkerton saw them, he said: "I see it all, Chip. I see it all.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking