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Diablo, indeed, turned his head with his ears flattened and bared his teeth, but it was only to snort at the knee of the boy. Plainly he was bluffing, if horses ever bluffed. The boy carelessly dug his brown toes into the cheek of the great horse and shoved his head about. "Giddap," he called. "Git along, Diablo!" Diablo walked gently forward. "Hurry up! I ain't got all day!"
As for that scalawag, Bernal, if he's got himself shot, he's met exactly what he deserved. Giddap!" he cried, to his horse, and was dashing past, just as John's long arm reached out and clutched the ranchman's coat. "It isn't so much for him as for our Lady Jess. You're not in such a tearin' hurry, neighbor, and if you are well, just let your hurry wait."
"I never saw a light like that before." "Me, either, Ted! Hurry up home. Giddap, Nicknack!" and Jan threw at the goat a pine cone, one of several she had picked up and put in the wagon when they were taking a rest in the woods that afternoon. Nicknack gave a funny little wiggle to his tail, which the children could hardly see in the darkness, and then he trotted on faster.
Coombe's got a whole new outfit, Alviry says. Turrible extravagant! Folks says it takes Esther all her time paying for them with her school money. But I dunno. What say?" "I didn't say anything. But, since you ask, do you think all this is any of my business?" "Well, since you ask, it ain't. 'Tisn't my business either; but it kind of passes the time. Giddap!"
A moment later, Joan stood in front of Black Bart, with the head of the wolf-dog seized firmly between her hands while she frowned intently into his face. "Take Joan to Daddy Dan," she ordered. At the name, the sharp ears pricked; a speaking intelligence grew up in his eyes. "Giddap," commanded Joan, when she was in position on the back of Bart. And she thumped her heels against the furry ribs.
"He's got brains, hasn't he?" "Yes; he's smart; mighty smart." The old man's face relaxed in a shrewd grin. "Too damn smart. Giddap, Bet." And he was gone. Jane stood looking after the ancient phaeton with an expression half of amusement, half of discomfiture. "I might have known," reflected she, "that popsy would see through it all."
Giddap, you hairy little desert birds. Crack along out o' this." But following the dictates of his nature, when Fortune smiled and bade him "take a chance," the Desert Rat had already delayed too long his departure from the Baby Mine. The supply of water still left in the kegs was so meager that with any other man the situation would have given rise to grave concern.
"Anyway, I'm much obliged to both of you boys," said the peddler. "Giddap, Prince!" Somehow, both boys thought that Reuben Hinman drooped more on the seat of his wagon than before. He drove off slowly, evidently doing a lot of hard thinking. "Poor old man!" muttered Tom sympathetically. "He looks a bit slow-witted," Prescott suggested.
At last, on the rise of a hill, the old man pulled up and pointed with his whip to the spreading sweep of brick buildings fronting on the river's edge below. "There's the town," he announced, adding, with a touch of regret: "We're ahead of time, after all, an' I could have unloaded by myself. Well, it don't matter noways except for the extra drag on the horses. Giddap!"
Milda was fourteen years old, an unadulterated broncho, and in temperament was a combination of mule and jack-rabbit blended equally. If you pressed your hand on her flank and told her to get over, she lay down on you. If you got her by the head and told her to back, she walked forward over you. And if you got behind her and shoved and told her to "Giddap!" she sat down on you.
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