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It began: Oh-h-h, I stopped at a big cook-quari-um Not very long ago, To see the bass and suckers And hear the white whale blow. The chorus of it ran: Oh-h-h-h, the big sea-line he howled and he growled, The seal beat time on a drum; The whale he swallered a den-vereel In the big cook-quari-um. From that one Banjo passed to "The Cowboy's Lament," and from tragedy to love.

That'll turn them toward the gate to the blind corrals. We'll close in there, and that'll take riding, my buckaroos!" Blinky was the most obstreperously responsive to Pan's long harangue. Pan thought he understood the secret of the cowboy's strange elation. After all, what did Blinky care for horses or money?

The rider sat slightly forward, with the cowboy's loose seat. A whirl of dust, strangely insignificant against the immensity of a desert morning, rose from the flying group. Now they disappeared in a ravine, only to scramble out again the next instant, pace undiminished. The rider merely rose slightly and threw up his elbows to relieve the jar of the rough gully.

The cowboy's words had repeated themselves over and over. Then, with a sudden rush, her strength came again the mist cleared; she must go to Phil; she must go fast, fast. Oh, why was this horse so slow! If only she were riding her own Midnight! She did not think as she rode. She did not wonder, nor question, nor analyze her emotions. She only felt.

If she were really Bill Belllounds's daughter she'd never marry Jack, saying, of course, that he was not her brother.... Do you know that it will kill her, if she marries him?" "Ahuh! I reckon it would," replied Wade, with his head bowed. Moore roused his gloomy forebodings. He did not care to show this feeling or the effect the cowboy's pleading had upon him. "Ah! so you admit it?

I reckon, maybe, they're wore more promiscuous in the East. That Eagle Creek Ranch, if them corrals was fixed up a little an' them old cattle sheds tore down, an' the ditches gone over, it would be a good outfit. If it was taken hold of right, there wouldn't be a better proposition on the South Slope." Gloom settled upon the cowboy's face: "But there's Win. I started out to show him up."

I promise you I'll not drink any more nor gamble nor nag dad for money. I don't like his way of running the ranch, but I'll do it, as long as he lives. I'll even try to tolerate that club-footed cowboy's brass in homesteading a ranch right under my nose. I'll I'll do anything you ask of me." "Then please go away!" cried Columbine, with a sob.

The loop of that rawhide rope was whirling now above the cowboy's head, and his spurs drew blood from the heaving flanks of the straining horse, as every mad leap of the steer brought death a few feet nearer the helpless woman. The situation must have broken with frightful suddenness upon the man, but he gave no sign no startled shout, no excited movement.

"Wal, the day you come back I'll clean out Stanton's place jest to start entertainin' you," he replied, with his slow drawl as marked as ever it was. A stir of anger in Neale's breast subsided with the big, warm realization of this wild cowboy's love for him and the melancholy certainty that Larry would do exactly as he threatened. "Suppose I come back and beat you all up?" suggested Neale.

The cowboy's face showed the red marks of battle and the white of passion. "I'm not going to lie, you can bet on that," he declared, forcefully. "Ahuh! I might hev knowed you an' Jack'd clash," said Belllounds, gruffly. "What happened?" "He hurt my horse. If it hadn't been for that there'd been no trouble." A light leaped up in the old man's bold eyes. He was a lover of horses.

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