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Updated: June 3, 2025
"These hawsses," said he, "are played out. We'll climb up to camp afoot. And just keep behind me for the present." We obeyed our natural leader, and made ready for whatever we might be going into. We passed up the steep bank and came again in sight of the door. It was still wide open. We stood, and felt a sort of silence which the approach of two new-comers could not break. They joined us.
"I don't know just when she's coming, but she's promised me to have the Colonel bring her up here. I want to have her see the beauty of the mountains." "I'll like him, sure, whether I like her or not." He was astonished. "But you said you would be sure to love her!" "Uh-huh; but I'd be surer to like anyone who is as fond of hawsses as you say he is. Why, when I ride "
Why, Dave Henderson saved my life from a bunch of Apaches once when it was dollars to doughnuts he would lose his own if he tried it. We were prospecting in the Galiuros together, and one mo'ning when he went down to the creek to water the hawsses he sighted three of the red devils edging up toward the cabin.
Yes, suh, he's prepaihed to show all 'em otheh hawsses which way 'is track runs!" "Went good, did he, Mose?" "Good! He like to pull my ahms off, 'at's how good he went! Yes, suh, he was jus' buck-jumpin' all 'e way down 'at stretch. 'Ey kin all be in front of him tuhnin' fo' to-morreh, an' he'll go by 'em so fas' 'ey won't know which way he went!" Old Man Curry nodded.
Suddenly the nasal voice of the teamster, Lanky Jones, made itself heard. "How 'bout me?" he drawled, "ain't I in on this, too? I kin look after th' hawsses, anyways, fur yeh!" "Arrah thin! hark tu um?" said Slavin, in mock despair. "Docthor, 'tis a bad example ye're setting All right, thin, Lanky, ye shall come, an' ye wish ut. An' as man tu man I thank ye!
Nothing more was said about the trip to town until late Wednesday evening. As Knowles slammed shut his book and the young men rose to withdraw to the bunkhouse, he asked Gowan casually: "Got those harness hawsses in the corral?" "Brought 'em in this afternoon. Greased the buckboard and overhauled the harness. Everything's in shape," answered the puncher. Knowles merely nodded.
She looked at his overridden pony and drew rein. "Hold on," she said. "Better pull up a bit. You don't want to blow your hawss. 'Tisn't everyone can take that jump as neatly as he did." "But the others?" he panted "they'll beat us!" "They cut down to the right. It's nothing to worry about if they do head us. They've got the best hawsses. We'll jog the rest of the way."
Instead of reining in, she glanced demurely at Ashton, and called over her shoulder: "Daddy, we'll be riding on ahead. You and Kid have the faster hawsses." "All right," acquiesced Knowles, without pausing in his work. Gowan said nothing; but he glanced up at the jaunty back of the tenderfoot with a look of cold enmity.
Grogan sat the favourite like a statue, apparently unmoved by the gap widening in front of him. "We kin wait 'long as he kin, baby," said Mose, comfortingly, "but I sut'ny don't crave to see 'em otheh hawsses so far ahead!" At the end of the mile Black Bill and Elisha were still at the end of the procession.
Every man shouted, whooped, struggled to thrust himself ahead of the others and force the acceptance of his services on the sheriff. "Hold on, boys!" he remonstrated. "Just hold your hawsses. I didn't ask for a stampede. You can't all go down. Last man over might get in a hurry to catch the first, and start a manslide." "I vote we set a thirty-year limit," put in one of the younger punchers.
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