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Then it was that Jim greeted the two cow-punchers. "The boss'll be pleased, boys. Glad to see you back, Dutchy, and you, too, Joe. Guess you'll have things to report so " The boys were out of their saddles and loosening their cinchas. They eyed him curiously without attempting to acknowledge his greeting. The rest of the men had gathered round.

I'd just curl 'em 'round and grab holt of my feet when they showed up on the other side. Them ain't legs; them's cinchas." "Mebby they ain't," sighed Sundown. "It's the only pair I got, and I'm kind of used to 'em." "Did you let Chance loose?" queried the foreman. "Me? Nix. But he was sleepin' in the stall with me this mornin'." "Heard him goin' on last night.

He followed the creature in, removed its bridle and loosened the cinchas of the saddle. Then he went out in search of hay. His quest occupied several minutes. But finally he returned with an ample armful and filled up the manger. Then came upon him a further avalanche of doubt, and he stood beside his horse, stupidly smoothing the beautiful creature's warm, velvet neck while it nuzzled its fodder.

Some class...." And he drifted to sleep. After breakfast Dr. Marshall, who had taken a fancy to Overland, strolled with him over to the bunk-house. Most of the men were on the range. Collie was assembling bits and bridles, saddles, cinchas, and spurs, to complete an equipment for the proposed camping trip in the hills. He was astounded at Overland's appearance.

The slopes and swales around the lonely outpost grow more and more visible, the distant ridge more sharply defined against the southern sky. Off to the left, the eastward, the river rolls along in a silvery, misty gleam; and their comrades, still sheltered under the bluff, are beginning to gather around the horses and look to the bridles and "cinchas."

One of the Oro riders seized the pony's ear in his teeth and, flinging his legs round her neck, hung, weighing her head down. There was the flash of teeth, a grunting tug at the cinchas, a cloud of dust, and Jasper Lane, foreman of the Oro outfit, was in the saddle. The cloud of dust, following the roan pony, grew denser. Above the dun cloud a sombrero swung to and fro fanning the outlaw's ears.

In a moment she had unbuckled the hobbles on his forelegs. Then, with the habit of her life on the plains, she tightened the cinchas of the saddle. Then she replaced the bit in its mouth. As she swung herself into the saddle the distant plod of hoofs pounding the cattle tracks reached her. For one instant she sat in doubt.

"Saves me a ride," muttered Sundown. Then, "How, folks! Come right in!" He noticed that the ponies seemed tired that the cinchas were mud-spattered and that the riders seemed weary. He invited his guests to breakfast. After the meal the three foregathered outside the house. "That was right good beef you fed us," remarked Shoop, slightly raising one eyebrow as Corliss glanced at him.

Waring tugged the cinchas tight and mounted. Far down the street some one called. Waring rode to the hotel, dismounted, and strode in casually, pausing at Stanley's door. The cashier answered his knock. "I'm off," said Waring. "And I'll need some money." "All right, Jim. What's up? How much?" "A couple of hundred. Charge it back to my account. Got it?" "No. I'll get it at the desk." "All right.

The saddle was set awry upon an ill-folded blanket. It was so far back from the mare's withers that the twisted double cinchas were somewhere under her belly, instead of her girth. Then the bit was reversed in her mouth, and the curb-strap was hanging loose. Bill came to his rescue in his own peculiar way.