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Then, as Farlane well knew, a quick road to Bostil's good will was to praise one of his favorites. "Reckon you spoke sense for once, Farlane," replied Bostil, with relief. "I wasn't thinkin' so much of danger for Lucy.... But she lets thet half-witted Creech go with her." "No, boss, you're wrong," put in Holley, earnestly. "I know the girl. She has no use fer Joel. But he jest runs after her."
Bostil uttered a deep and booming yell, which rose above the shouts of the men round him and was heard even in the din of Indian cries. Then as quickly as the yells had risen they ceased. Holley stood up on the rock with leveled glass. "Mac's dropped the flag. It's a sure go. Now! ... Van's out there front inside. The King's got his stride. Boss, the King's stretchin' out! ... Look!
The heat of the day blew away on a breeze that bent the tips of the sage-brush. A wild song drifted back from the riders to the fore. And the procession of Indians moved along, their gay trappings and bright colors beautiful in the fading sunset light. When Bostil and, his guests arrived at the corrals, Holley, with Farlane and other riders, were waiting.
She ran up into her husband's study one morning, and said to him: "Why, Doctor, I've just seen the only gentleman I have yet met with in Rochester, and he was at our basement door selling vegetables. How wonderful! Who is it? Who can it be?" "It must be Myron Holley," said her husband.
Soon we heard their yells as they charged us at full speed. We met them with a hot fire from our Winchesters, but as they were in such large numbers we saw that we could not stop them that way and it soon developed into a hand to hand fight. My saddle horse was shot from under me; at about the same time my partner James Holley was killed, shot through the heart.
"It would be merely an outline of what the school is, and what it tries to do," Justine interposed. "Miss Holley, our founder and President, was most anxious to have us interest the general public in this way, if ever we got a chance." "What Miss Holley whoever she is wanted, or wants, is nothing to me!" Mrs. Salisbury said magnificently.
No one answered, and presently they all looked blankly from one to the other. "It's April, ain't it?" queried Holley. That assurance was as close as they could get to the time of year. "Lucy!" called Bostil, in a loud voice. She came running in, anxious, almost alarmed. "Goodness! you made us jump! What on earth is the matter?" "Lucy, we want to know the date," replied Bostil. "Date!
"Yes, it's fine," replied Slone, rather awkwardly, as he sat down on the porch step. What could Holley want with him? This old rider was above curiosity or gossip. "Slone, you ain't holdin' it ag'in me thet I tried to shut you up the other day?" he drawled, with dry frankness. "Why, no, Holley, I'm not. I saw your point. You were right. But Bostil made me mad." "Sure! He'd make anybody mad.
"Nothin' new about thet." "Holley and I have had our troubles holding her in. Don't you forget that." Bostil laughed. "Wal, call her an' tell her I'm home." Aunt Jane did as she was bidden. Bostil finished his breakfast. But Lucy did not come. Bostil began to feel something strange, and, going to Lucy's door, he knocked. There was no reply. Bostil pushed open the door.
"She sure didn't say," replied Brackton. "Holley an' Van an' some more of the boys was here. They joked her a little. You oughter seen the look Lucy give them. But fer once she seemed mum. She jest walked away mysterious like." "Lucy's got a pony off some Indian, I reckon," returned Bostil, and he laughed. "Then thet makes ten hosses entered so far?" "Right. An' there's sure to be one more.
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