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Gid!" the boy cried excitedly, "they've broke open the gate from the inside! They're stampeding our ponies. Come back and stop 'em! Say, Gid, Broken Feather's gone off, mounted on your Arab mare!" "Eh? What's that? Mounted on Sultana, is he?" Gideon ran back, refilling the magazine of his rifle as he went. Abe Harum, Tom Lippincott, and the rest of them followed him.
But he knew the voice when the fellow spoke: "What's the weather about to do?" "About to quit, I reckon," Gid answered. "Quit what?" "Quit whatever it's doing." "Pretty smart as you go along, ain't you?" "Yes, and when I stop, too." "Strains you to answer a civil question, I see."
He leaped for the saddle of the nearest horse and dug his spurs home. In his fuddled condition he made a mistake. He had chosen, as a mount upon which to escape, the fence that encircled the park. "Gid ap! Gid ap!" he screamed. "Yore bronc is some balky, ain't it, Jud?" Hollister asked.
And now, these are the words which Gid said unto me: Behold, we did start to go down to the land of Zarahemla with our prisoners. And it came to pass that we did meet the spies of our armies, who had been sent out to watch the camp of the Lamanites.
"I never even entered the House of Lords," he explained. "It wasn't really necessary. As to my being an English nobleman well, that was all right; nobody ever objected; everybody was tremendously kind and considerate. But somehow I didn't exactly cotton to it, Gid. I was never at my ease, except when out riding, or shooting, or yachting. You see, the blood of the wilds is in my veins.
"Any man that can put Kun'l Gid Ward where he belongs is a better thing for the town than a new meetin'-house would be." But during all this flurry of gossip Cap'n Aaron Sproul spent his bland and blissful days up under the shade of the big maple in the Ward dooryard, smoking his pipe, and gazing out over the expanse of meadow and woodland stretching away to the horizon.
In saying "Gid ahfternoon" she revealed the purity of a cockney accent undefiled by Continental experiences. She sat down in a manner sternly defensive. She was nervous and abashed, but evidently dangerous. She belonged to the type which is courageous in spite of fear. She had resolved to interview the committee, and though the ordeal frightened her, she desperately and triumphantly welcomed it.
An' that sniper hidden in the bush yonder must ha' picked off quite a dozen of the Injuns. I'm hopin' he'll show up, now, an' let us know who he is." "Meantime," interposed Abe Harum, "what's goin' ter happen 'bout our ponies? You can't afford ter lose that Arab mare, Gid. A valuable beast, anyhow, let alone her being a present from Kiddie."
"Shakin' hands with my grandfather in the speret," Perdue declared, and running his fingers through his fiery whiskers he laughed with a hack that cut like the bleat of a sheep. "Jim," said the Major, turning to Taylor, who had not left his seat, "you'd better try a little. It won't hurt you." "No, thank you, Major, I'm afraid of it." "Let him alone," Gid spoke.
He left me no word of affection, but his money is mine, and on many a half-dollar of it I warrant you there is the print of his tooth. Give me your check-book, John." "Wait a while, Gid. Let us accustom ourselves to the situation." "No; let us get down to business. I am impatient to pay a mildewed debt. God's love was slow, John, but it came. How much do I owe?"
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