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Farrish and Pete were at work among the stalls; Bill stood guard over Sunnysides; and the fourth man, Curly, was mending a saddle in the harness-room. "Farrish!" Haig called out, striding into the stable. "We'll tackle the yellow fellow this morning." Farrish and Pete turned, and looked at him curiously. "All right!" answered Farrish; and then added doubtfully: "Now?" "Yes. At once."
I called Chief Engineer Farrish to the deck. "'Do you see that over there? I asked, pointing to the eruption, for it was the second eruption of Mont Pelee. He saw it all right. Captain Freeman's story was fresh in my mind. "'Well, Farrish, rush your engines as they have never been rushed before, I said to him.
Farrish and Pete went silently on with their work. They knew that eventually, dance and squirm as he might, the horse would be caught in one or the other of the relentless loops. And so it proved. While Sunnysides was side-stepping a throw by Farrish, Pete's rope slipped snakily over his head, and tightened around the arched neck.
But it was only Ebie Farrish that had him by the roll of ancient cloth which served as a collar for Jock's coat. When he was pulled from under the peats and set upon his feet, he gazed around with a bewildered look. "O man, Ebie Farrish," he said solemnly, "If I didna think ye war the deil himsel' ye see what it is to be misled by ootward appearances!"
After a moment of furious struggle, Sunnysides appeared to realize that it was useless; and thus the two men held him, with his forefeet still hanging outside the fence, while they turned their eyes toward Haig. Farrish and the Indian knelt at his side. He lay quite still, unconscious, and for a moment they thought him dead. Pete put his head down on Haig's breast, and listened.
For some seconds he stood quite motionless, while Haig settled firmly in his seat, and gripped the bridle rein expectantly. At length the horse lifted and turned his head, and looked, as it appeared, toward the western mountains, half hidden in the gray swirl of clouds. "Yes, over there's the San Luis," muttered Haig. "But it's a long way, and you're not going." Farrish grinned.
Jess's eyes were large and brilliant. It seemed to Ebie Farrish that they were shining with light. Her red lips were pouted, and there was a warm, unwonted flush on her cheeks. In her dreams she was already mistress of a house, and considering how she would treat her servants. She would treat them kindly and well.
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