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Updated: May 15, 2025
I'll do what I can, but you must promise to leave playing for high stakes alone in the future." "Don't yer fear, Pawnee," was Clemmer's ready reply. "A scorched Injun keeps hez distance from the blaze, don't he? Wall, I'm the scorched Injun in this air case. Git back my money fer me an' I won't play nothin' higher then penny-ante ez long ez I live."
In another minute Pumpkin Bill, the dunce of the boomer's camp, "a nobody from nowhar," to use Cal Clemmer's words, came rushing along, hatless and with his wild eyes fairly starting from their sockets. "Save me! a ghost!" he yelled, swinging his hands over his head. "A ghost full of blood! Oh, oh! I'm a dead boy! I know I am! Stop him from following me!"
It was a cry from a patch of woods to the northward, and straining his eyes he saw Cal Clemmer waving his sombrero toward him. Scout and cowboy boomer were soon together. "Well, whar's Rasco and the gal?" were Clemmer's first words. "Both gone I don't know where, Cal. Where are the other boys?" "Started back toward Honnewell; thet is, all but Dick Arbuckle.
"Ha, ha! where have I been?" cried Pumpkin. "Where haven't I been you had better ask. I've been everywhere among the soldiers and the boomers and the Indians." He stopped short. "Where is Pawnee Brown?" "Ofer py Clemmer's vagon. But he ton't vont ter pother mit you now." "He will bother with me," and so speaking Pumpkin ran off, to reach the great scout's side and pluck him by the coat sleeve.
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