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Waring threw his remaining shot at High Chin, and, spurring Dex, stood in his stirrups as he reloaded his gun. The rider ahead was rocking in the saddle. He had been hit, although Waring could not recall having shot at him. Suddenly the horse went down, and Andy Brewster pitched to the sand. Waring laughed and reined round on the run, expecting each instant to feel the blunt shock of a bullet.
"And I shall never see the señor again." "Don't bet all you've got on that," said Waring. When Ramon had disappeared, Waring led Dex back from the pocket, and, saddling him, left him concealed in the brush. Then the gunman crept back to the rim and lay waiting, a handful of rifle shells loose on a flat rock in front of him. He munched some dried meat and drank from the canteen.
"Well, if your friend sports a black Stetson and a dam' bad eye and performs with a short-barreled .45, he rode in this afternoon just about a hour behind three other fellas. They lit out into the dry spot. Reckon you'll find your friend out there, if the coyotes ain't got to him." Ramon limped to the rail and untied Dex. Then he mounted his own horse.
Waring, his hand gripping the stirrup, was dragging across the sand beside the horse that stepped sideways and carefully as Waring urged him on. Dex worked nearer to High Chin, but so slowly that High Chin thought it was some horrible phantasy sent to awaken fear in his dulled brain. But that dragging figure, white-faced and terrible that was real!
The others, High of the Chin and his brother, were buried by the marshal. None came to claim them." "Were you in it?" "No, señor. It was alone that Señor Jim fought them. He followed them out there alone. I come and I ask where he is gone. I find him that night. I do not know that he is alive." "What became of his horse?" "Dex he come back with no one on him.
Thy humility is proud enough under the rose, I will warrant: but it has a Roman wit under the rose likewise. Speak!" "Splendeur Dex!" cried William, bitterly; "that hath he done with a vengeance! Thou art right so far, Clerk!"
How they been usin' you down here?" "I am sleep in the hay by Dex." "Uh-uh. Let that rest. Mebby it's a good thing, anyhow. Got any money?" "No, señor. I have use all." "Where d' you eat?" "I have buy the can and the crackers at the store." "Can and crackers, eh? Bet you ain't had a square meal for a week. But we'll fix that. Here, go 'long and buy some chuck till I get organized."
She is singing, somewhat more like an angel than a fiend, I will say for her." And Torfrida's bold song, coming clear and sweet across the water, rose louder and shriller till it almost drowned the jabbering of the witch. "She sees more there than we do." "I see it!" cried William, smiting his hand upon his thigh. "Par le splendeur Dex!
Holy Crosse!" rose high above the flagging sound of "Ha Rou! Ha Rou! Notre Dame!" "Per la resplendar De," cried William. "Our soldiers are but women in the garb of Normans. Ho, spears to the rescue! With me to the charge, Sires D'Aumale and De Littain with me, gallant Bruse, and De Mortain; with me, De Graville and Grantmesnil Dex aide! Notre Dame."
Lordships and lands to the living, glory and salvation to those who die under the gonfanon of the Church! On, to the cry of the Norman warrior; the cry before which have fled so often the prowest Paladins of Burgundy and France 'Notre Dame et Dex aide!" Meanwhile, no less vigilant, and in his own strategy no less skilful, Harold had marshalled his men.
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