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"Keep a lookout for that Greaser," called Dick up to his chums above him. "I don't believe you saw any," retorted Slim. "There aren't any signs of him here." Nor were there, though the cowboys made careful scrutiny. And afterward Dick admitted that he might have mistaken the fluttering of a bush for the hat of someone he thought a member of Del Pinzo's gang.
"He's a Greaser or an Italian, and, I reckon, goes with his kind." Why had we not thought of this before? Nothing would be more natural than that the rich and imperious Tournelli should be exclusive, and have no confidences with his enforced associates. And it was evident that Tom had noticed it and was jealous. "I suppose he's rather a swell, isn't he?" I suggested tentatively.
"The rest they holds as pris'ners. Either way it's a hard, deep crossin', an' one's about as rough a toss as the other." "'This last Tate stacks in to mebby win out a little comfort for the one the Mexicans cuts outen our bunch to kill. "`After a brief pow-wow the Greaser who's actin' range-boss for the outfit puts six beans in a buckskin bag. Five is white an' one's black.
I don't doubt you and Jasp sent that dam' Greaser in there to sheep us out, and if he got killed you've got yourself to thank for it. He had no business in there, in the first place, and in the second place, I gave you fair warnin' to keep 'im out." "You hear that, Mr. Officer?" cried the sheepman. "He admits making threats against the deceased; he " "Just a moment, just a moment, Mr.
I trembled so that the revolver wabbled in my hand. Trying to hold it steadied, I squeezed it hard. Bang! It went off with a bellow like a cannon. The bullet scattered the gravel near Greaser. His yellow face turned a dirty white. He jumped straight up in his fright. "Cut him loose!" I ordered. Greaser ran toward Dick. "Look out, Ken! Behind you! Quick!" yelled Dick.
"This broncho of yours can run, and Lord knows he's game. But you want a big, strong horse, Mexican bred, with cactus in his blood. Take one of the bunch Bull, White Woman, Blanco Jose." "I had a big, fast horse a while back, but I lost him," said Ladd. "This bronch ain't so bad. Shore Bull an' that white devil with his Greaser name they could run down my bronch, kill him in a mile of cactus.
As the moments passed his face grew sullen. All at once he came toward me. He bound my hands and my feet. Dick was already securely tied, but Greaser put another lasso on him. Then he slouched down the gorge. His high-peaked Mexican sombrero bobbed above the rocks, then disappeared. "Ken, now's the chance," said Dick, low and quick. "If you can only work loose! There's your rifle and mine, too.
When I get over this toothache I'll call you out you greaser!" Burning with indignation, Midshipman Pennington fell back to walk with Hallam. When our party reached the landing a lively scene lay before them. Fully a hundred midshipmen, belonging to the first, second and third classes, were waiting to be transported out to one or another of the great, gray battleships.
"Never seed you afore," he declared, as he looked into the pock-marked face of the trembling man, whose terrified eyes were fixed on the huge fist that had so summarily dealt with his big partner. "Wal, you are a likely lookin' cuss tew be th' side partner of Greaser Smith. I reckon you tew pull tewgether like tew mules.
"Well," Williams continued, "you killed him. Your horse's hoof struck him. When, seeing I was beaten, I rode back, his head was split wide open. I did not tell you at the time because I knew it would cause you pain, and a dead greaser more or less made no difference." Later on General Grant took desk room in Victor Newcomb's private office in New York.
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