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Her eyes blazed defiantly out of a small, pale face. "Harve Riggs, I wouldn't be standing in those cheap boots of yours for a million dollars," she said, sarcastically. Riggs took no notice of her words. "You pack that gun-sheath wrong end out. What have you got the gun for, anyhow?" she added, tauntingly. Snake Anson let out a hoarse laugh and Moze's black visage opened in a huge grin.
The young women present stared in astonishment, if they were not equally perturbed. There were cowboys present who suddenly grew intent and still. By these things Duane gathered that his appearance must be disconcerting. He was panting. He wore no hat or coat. His big gun-sheath showed plainly at his hip. Sight of Miss Longstreth had an unaccountable effect upon Duane.
The cowboy picked up his sombrero, jammed it on his head, gave his belt a vicious hitch that made the gun-sheath jump, and then in one giant step he was astride Ranger. "Carmichael! Stay!" cried Helen. The cowboy spurred the black, and the stones rang under iron-shod hoofs. "Bo! Call him back! Please call him back!" importuned Helen, in distress. "I won't," declared Bo Rayner.
He was human, and things that might constitute black evil for observers were dear to him, a part of him. Joan feigned the sympathy she could not feel. "I thought Gulden was your enemy." Kells sat down on one of the box seats, and his heavy gun-sheath rested upon the floor. He looked at Joan now, forgetting she was a woman and his prisoner. "I never thought of that till now," he said.
As Stillwell said, Monty was burned to the color and hardness of a cinder. He never minded the heat, and always wore heavy sheepskin chaps with the wool outside. This made him look broader than he was long. Link, partial to leather, had, since he became Madeline's chauffeur, taken to leather altogether. He carried no weapon, but Monty wore a huge gun-sheath and gun.
Red Wilson had red eyes from fighting the flying sand, and red dust pasted in his scraggy beard, and as he gave his belt an upward hitch little red clouds flew from his gun-sheath. "Yep. An' I left a wheel an' part of the load on the trail," he said. With him were Indians who began to unhitch the teams. Riders lounging in the shade greeted Wilson and inquired for news.
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