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Cordts has sworn thet if he can't steal the King he'll get you." "Oh! he prefers the horse to me." "Wal, Lucy, I've a sneakin' idea thet Cordts will never leave the uplands unless he gets you an' the King both." "And, Dad you consented to let that horse-thief come to our races?" exclaimed Lucy, with heat. "Why not? He can't do any harm. If he or his men get uppish, the worse for them.
Yet it was known by all that in the strangeness and perversity of his rider's nature he wanted Cordts to see the King win that race. It was his rider's vanity and defiance in the teeth of a great horse-thief. But no good would come of Cordts's presence that much was manifest. There was a moment of silence. All these men, if they did not fear Bostil, were sometimes uneasy when near him.
And then she dreamed of Cordts capturing her, of carrying her miles deeper into these wild and purple cliffs, of Slone in pursuit on the stallion Wildfire, and of a savage fight. And she awoke terrified and cold in the blackness of the night. On the next day Creech traveled west. This seemed to Lucy to be far to the left of the direction taken before.
"Then Cordts said water an' grass was peterin' out back on the trail, same as Red Wilson said last week. Finally he asked, 'How's my friend Bostil? I told him you was well.
How horrible it would be if Cordts accomplished what he had always threatened to run off with both her and the King! Lucy lost her confidence in Creech. She did not glance again at Joel. Once had been enough. She rode on with heavy heart. Anxiety and dread and conjecture and a gradual sinking of spirit weighed her down. Yet she never had a clearer perception of outside things.
'Wal, I'm not powerful glad to know thet.... I hear Creech's blue hoss will race the King this time. How about it? 'Sure an' certain this year. I've Creech's an' Bostil's word for thet. Cordts put his hand on my shoulder.
A light flitted across Bostil's face. "I know how Cordts feels," he said. "Wal, it's a queer deal," went on Brackton. "Fer a long time you've meant to draw on Cordts when you meet. We all know thet." "Yes, I'll kill him!" The light left Bostil's face. His voice sounded differently. His mouth opened, drooped strangely at the corners, then shut in a grim, tense line.
Besides, according to newspapers at Aden, the Arabs were said to have fought with the English; therein there seemed to be offered an opportunity near at hand to damage the enemy. I therefore sailed with the Choising in the direction of Aden. Lieutenant Cordts of the Choising had heard that the Arabian railway already went almost to Hodeida, near the Perin Strait.
The blood was bulging his thick neck. It was another kind of passion that obsessed him. Only some violent check to his emotion prevented him from embracing Slone. The huge fists unclenched and the big fingers worked. "You mean to tell me you did fer Cordts an' Hutch what you did fer Sears?" he boomed out. "They're dead gone, Bostil honest to God!" replied Slone.
Somehow Bostil could not find words for what he wanted to say. He put a hand on the red stallion patted his shoulder. Then he gripped Slone close and hard. He was thinking how he would have gloried in a son like this young, wild rider. Then he again faced his comrades. "Fellers, do you think Cordts was in on thet trick?" he queried. "Nope. Cordts was on the square," replied Holley.
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