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My advice is, don't let Miss Castaneda ever set foot in Casita again." "Looks like you've shore spoke sense," said Ladd. "I reckon, Gale, you an' the girl ought to come with us. Casita shore would be a little warm for us to-morrow. We didn't kill anybody, but I shot a Greaser's arm off, an' Lash strained friendly relations by destroyin' property.
But wait, and if I don't push in some Greaser's face to-day it'll be because every one of them bands is headin' for the western pass." He clambered slowly down from his perch and swung up into the saddle. "Talkin' never did do much good with a sheep-herder," he observed wisely. "As the old judge used to say, 'you've got to appeal to his better nature' with a club."
That beast of a Mexican horse thief he' shot Jim Muldoon down at Dolton's Bar. Jim caught he's stealing his horse and I'm afraid the dirty greaser's killed him. We got 'im, though, before he skipped. Somebody go down to Rattlesnake for Doc Miller. They're bringing 'em both here."
Though the Mexican had got away, they nevertheless had put a foot on the malicious scheme. All at once Dave, who was walking at Bryant's and Pat's heels up the street, exclaimed: "I've got that greaser's number now! We saw him once at the depot in Kennard, Lee. He was watching you, remember?" "I guess you're right; I recall him." "Bet that old devil in Bartolo put him up to this." Dave asserted.
It was gitting dark, and we took your skirt for a greaser's blanket. It's ce'tainly on us." "Yes, he has explained." "Well, there won't any amount of explaining square the thing. We might 'a' done you a terrible injury, Miss Lee. It was gilt-edged luck for us that you thought to jump on that rock and holler." "I was thinking of the sheep," she said.
The greaser's asleep this side of it. Right under where that saddle is hanging on the fence." "All right. Come on." Led by Buck Bellew, whose spurs gave out an occasional jingle, they crept across the yard. Presently they came upon a dark bundle lying huddled at the foot of the corral palings. Bellew stirred the inanimate bundle with his foot. The spurs gave out a tinkling, musical jingle.
"'I can give you a fireman's job, I said, 'or a greaser's. "'A greaser's! he says, his eyes sparkling at me. 'You say that to me, Charley 'Easy, I said, 'if you shout you'll have some one in here. All the jobs I can give you are inferior. You have no rating on a ship, Frank. I've had to work five years or more for this job. Your automobile engineering is no use to you here, you know.
We wrestled and thrashed off the ledge, and when we landed in the gravel I was on top. "Slug him, Ken!" yelled Dick, wildly. "Oh, that's fine! Give it to him! Punch him! Get his wind!" Either it was a mortal dread of Greaser's knife or some kind of a new-born fury that lent me such strength. He screeched, he snapped like a wolf, he clawed me, he struck me, but he could not shake me off.
"Loco, of course the Greaser's loco," broke in another speaker. "So's a mad dog loco. But about the best thing's to kill it, so'st it's safer to be roun'." Silence fell upon the crowd. The Texan continued. "We always did," he said. "Yes," said another voice. "That's right. We always did." "Curly'll never let him go," said one irrelevantly.
"Not much need of having in high-priced experts to prove the coin's queer, is there, Kil?" smiled Littlefield, as he thumped the dollar down upon the table, where it fell with no more ring than would have come from a lump of putty. "I guess the Greaser's as good as behind the bars," said the deputy, easing up his holsters. "You've got him dead.
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