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Just to show he still had fight in him, he said, he let off back at him with his two derringers which was all he had left to shoot with and he was pretty sure, though of course it was only luck did it with the mule bouncing him so, the big feller went down. He was a tremendous tall man, he said; and he guessed he was a Greaser, seeing he had a big black beard and was dressed in Greaser clothes.
Dick's white face caused me to look away from him. Jim put a hand on my arm. "Ken, you shore was lucky; you shore was." "I guess he doesn't know how lucky," added Dick, somewhat huskily. "Come on, we'll look up the Mexican." "It shore is funny how bad I want to see thet Greaser."
He warned Greaser and Herky to keep close watch over Dick and me. Then he rode away. Dick and I resumed our talk about forestry, and as we were separated by the length of the cave it was necessary to speak loud. So our captors heard every word we said. "Ken, what's the difference between Government forestry out here and, say, forestry practiced by a farmer back in Pennsylvania?" asked Dick.
You remember the ranger up in Oregon." "Then we are to fall down on this deal all because of a fresh tenderfoot kid?" demanded Buell. "Not so loud.... We'll not fall down. But caution use caution. You made a mistake in trusting so much to the Greaser." "I know, an' I'm afraid of Leslie. An' that other fire-ranger, Jim Williams, he's a Texan, an' a bad man.
"That's what your opponents had to do here, I suppose?" remarked Gerald, echoing the other's laugh. "Pretty much, only they didn't do it," said the lawyer. "I met Vincenza when he was down last month," pursued Gerald. "He seems a decentish sort of a fellow for a greaser." "He's no greaser; he's a pure-blooded Castilian, and very much of the gentleman," answered Hall.
To which unlooked-for and uncalled-for demand the leading trooper, scorning Greaser interference in American territory, promptly answered, "Go to hell!" All the same he heard the click of lock and was prompt to draw his own Colt, as did likewise the little squad riding ahead of the creaking ambulance.
Cowan, swearing at a smoking lamp, looked up with a grin and burned his fingers as a roar of laughter marked the point of a droll reminiscence told by Bartlett. "That's a good story, Bartlett," Elkins remarked, slowing refilling his pipe. "Reminds me of the lame Greaser, Hippy Joe, an' the canned oysters. They was both bad, an' neither of 'em knew it till they came together.
Anything else you want before I go?" "Yes. Jest reach me my six-gun outer the holster there in the chair. If I'm goin' to be left alone with that greaser, Pedro, I'd feel more comfortable, someway, with that under my pillow." Buck did as he requested and then departed. Something else!
Handy Solomon had been there before us. We went back to our boat sick at heart. Nobody said a word. We went aboard and made our Greaser boatman head for Yuma. It took us a week to get there. We were all of us glum, but Denton was the worst of the lot. Even after we'd got back to town and fallen into our old ways of life, he couldn't seem to get over it.
McTurpin turned, his quarrel with Brown instantly forgotten. "Throw the little greaser out," he spoke with slow distinctness. "This is a white man's show." There was a startled silence. "He's drunk," Brown told them soothingly. "Aleck's drunk. Don't listen to him." "Drunk or not, I back my words." He waved the weapon threateningly. "Sit down there," he ordered Windham.
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