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And it wouldn't be a bad idea to haze our own stuff clear off the range. I'm afraid Dunk's sheep are going to fare kinda slim, if we go on letting our cattle eat all the good grass!" Pink did not often indulge in such lengthy sarcasm, especially toward his beloved Weary; but his exasperation toward Weary's mild tactics had been growing apace. Weary's reply, I fear, will have to be omitted.
I saw the wisdom of Captain van Dunk's remarks, and felt more confident of success than I should have done had he undertaken to perform in a hurry the work he proposed. I begged that I might set out at once. "I shall send out three parties for that object," he said. "You with one of the Indians, your cousin with another, and Tim with the third."
The critics stampeded, as they always did when the Countess began to talk. "You better let Dunk take it with him, Dell," was the parting advice of the Old Man. "You don't mind, do you?" The Little Doctor was visibly uneasy. "Mind what?" Chip's tone was one of elaborate unconsciousness. "Mind Dunk's selling the picture for you? Why should I? It's yours, you know."
Dunk's "cousin," as he called her, had sent him a card, asking him to call, and he had made arrangements to bring Andy and spend the evening at the theatre. Thither they went, happy and laughing, and to the no small envy of a number of college lads, the said lads making unmistakable signals to Dunk and Andy, between the acts, that they wanted to be introduced later.
Curious, shuffling steps they were, not hard, honest heel-and-toe steps rather those of someone treading softly, as on soles of rubber. "It's him all right this time!" whispered Andy in Dunk's ear. "I guess so yes. Shall we follow him?" "Yes. Take off your shoes." Silently they removed them, and waited.
They furnish me with some amusement, and I give them something quite new to talk about, so we are quits. They are a good-hearted lot, you know but SO ignorant! I don't suppose " The words trailed into an indistinct murmur, punctuated by Dunk's jarring cackle. Chip did not resume his whistling, though he might have done so if he had heard a little more, or a little less.
"And go on with what you was goin' t'say. Only don't get swell-headed enough to think you're a man, agin. You ain't." "I've got this to say!" Mere type cannot reproduce the malevolence of Dunk's spluttering speech. "I've sent for the county sheriff and a dozen deputies to arrest you, and you, and you, damn you!"
"I beg your pardon, Bob, old man!" exclaimed Andy, as he recognized Hunter, Dunk's friend. "I was just getting out my bat to see how it felt and " "I can tell you how it felt," interrupted Bob, with emphasis. "It felt hard! Better put up a sign outside your door 'Beware of the bat." "And have the fellows think this is a zoological museum," laughed Andy. "I will not.
"He'll be good, or he'll lose his dinner quick," drawled the Native Son, drawing his own silver-mounted six-shooter and resting it upon the saddle horn so that it pointed straight at Dunk's diaphragm. "You take Weary off somewhere and tell him something about this deal, Andy. I'll watch this slippery gentleman."
Big Medicine turned his head and spat disgustedly into the grass and looked back slightingly with other annihilating remarks close behind his wide-apart teeth, but instead of speaking he made an unbelievably quick motion with his hand. The blow smacked loudly upon Dunk's cheek, and so nearly sent him out of the saddle that he grabbed for the horn to save himself.
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