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"Are you bad hurt, Daddy?" "Who beat?" sez he. "Happy did, about a hundred yards." "It wasn't more'n fifty," sez I. "How far did you race?" asked Jabez, grittin' his teeth. "A hundred miles," sez Barbie. "A hundred miles?" sez Jabez, grinnin' painful. "A hundred miles, an' the black hoss beat your pinto carryin' a hundred'n fifty pounds more weight.
I see a pirate in every corner, grittin' his teeth. Writin' another of that kind, are you?" "No," I said; "this one is quite different. You will have no trouble in sleeping over this one, Ase." "That's a comfort. Got a little Bayport in it? Seems to me you ought to put a little Bayport in, for a change." I smiled. "There is a little in this," I answered.
"'That's nothin' to do with his makin' love to the British woman, says Tucson Jennie, grittin' her teeth like she could eat the sights offen a six-shooter. "'He never makes no love to this yere woman, says Missis Rucker. "'When he ketches her flirtin' with that Injun, demands Tucson Jennie, 'don't Dave shoot him up a lot? What do you-all call makin' love?
"I claps on the brake, but she's so heavy she don't pay no 'tention to it, though I makes smoke 'long them planks, I tell yer. She scoots ahead faster'n ever, an' bows to the scenery, this way an' that, like she was crazy, an' a-hummin' harder than ever. "'Slow her down! Ease her down! hollers Jud, grittin' his teeth an' holdin' onto her with all his hundred an' eighty pounds weight.
"Land, ain't he a savage one?" he gasped, as he hastened back into his realm of pots. He transferred his news to the amazed cookee. "They tell me," he magnified, so as not to be outdone in sensationalism, "that this feller has licked every man that they've turned him loose on between here and Sunkhaze, an' now is just grittin' his teeth a-waitin' for the colonel."
A bob-cat," he added with his peculiar chuckle, "that'd yell when he went a-huntin' wouldn't take long ter starve. 'N' the wilder a thing is, the moh uncomplainin' hit is, too. Shoot a fox, 'n' he'll pull hisse'f along till he drops daid jest grittin' his teeth 'n' standin' hit; but a dawg'll holler somethin' awful. Hit's most allers that-a-way with birds, too.
I didn't want to soften any toward Dick so I had to keep grittin' my teeth as I watched him, 'cause bluffin' a man like Cast Steel, armed an' ready, was a stirrin' sight, an' Dick looked as if he had the backin' of an army. "Mr.
"An' that's why I 'm goin' after the pinto," sez I, an' I flopped onto a pony an' sailed out to a little glen in the foothills where I knew I 'd find him, an' as soon as I had towed him back to the corral I put my saddle on the old beast I had rode there an' set off. Just as I rode around the edge o' the corral, ol' man Judson stood there grittin' his teeth.
But Tresler knew this was only his manner. The cleaning of the saddle now proceeded with assiduity, and Arizona sat himself down on a fallen log and spat tobacco-juice around him. At last he settled himself, nursing one knee in his clasped hands, and spoke with that air of absolute conviction which always characterized him. "Say, Jake's grittin' his teeth tight," he said.
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