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He was a miserly looking old seed, and thinking a little money might tempt him, I said that we were not particular what it was, but would pay him for any kind of a "snack," if he could manage to give us something that would stay our stomachs until we got to Murphy. Mr. Harshaw for that was his name thought he might find something if we would wait awhile, till he could go into the house.
He wanted to be able to tell the justice that he had given his plan a fair trial. In silence Bob ate his breakfast. This finished, the riders moved across to the corral. "Better rope and saddle you a mount," Harshaw told his new man curtly. "Buck, you show him the ones he can choose from." Hawks led the way to a smaller corral.
He needs me. Do I get a horse?" "Yes, if you're bound an' determined to go," Harshaw said. After a momentary hesitation he added: "And if any of the boys want to go along they can. I'm not hinderin' them. But my advice is for them to stick right here." Bob's eyes swept the little group round him. "Any one want to take a chance? We'll snake Houck outa the willows an' make a getaway sure."
And I would give a good deal if I could dine there too, or any where but with this extraordinary pair of lovers. I went out to meet the real Harshaw, embarrassed with the guilty consciousness of having allowed my sympathies to go astray; for though in theory I totally disapprove of Cecil Harshaw, personally I defy anybody not to like him.
An' now you think we'd ought to let two-three men get shot going after him across the mesa," Harshaw said. "Nothin' doing. Not right away anyhow. Houck's foolishness got him into the hole where he is. He'll have to wait till we clean out this nest in the gulch. Soon as we've done that we'll go after him." "But the Utes will rush the willows," Bob protested mildly.
All of the Slash Lazy D riders had enlisted except one who had recently broken a leg. Scouts brought in word that the Utes had swung round Bear Cat and were camped about thirty miles up the river. Harshaw moved out to meet them. He suspected the Indians of planning to ambush the militia before the soldiers could join forces with the rangers. Bob had joined the rangers with no enthusiasm.
It ran down at right angles to the Rio Blanco. Along the edge of this Harshaw rode till he found an easier descent. He drove the leaders into the ravine and started them up the other side of the trough to the mesa beyond. The cattle crowded so close that some of them were forced down the bed of the gorge instead of up the opposite bank.
It was an easy guess that their horses were bunched here and that they would be forced to cross the stream to escape. Five minutes later Harshaw broke through the saplings to the pit. "Either of you boys hurt?" he demanded anxiously. "Not a scratch on either of us," Dud reported. The boss of the Slash Lazy D wrung their hands. "By Godfrey! I'm plumb pleased.
Harshaw and Big Bill and Dud were there with Hawks. They were in a group working with ropes. Harshaw rode into the river. He carried a coil of rope. Evidently two or more lariats had been tied together. "Come out far as you can and catch this rope when I throw it," Harshaw told the marooned cowboy. Bob ventured out among the willows, wading very carefully to make sure of his footing.
Harshaw had turned on his side on the grass, and half rose on one elbow as he looked at her. "That is strange," mocked Kitty, with supreme coldness. "You have always been so interested in my affairs!" "I always shall be," he replied seriously, with supreme gentleness. "I ought to be so grateful." "But unfortunately you are not."
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