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Hennage, raising an admonitory forefinger, "our motto is 'Keep off the grass." "Oh, I won't walk on your darned old grass" Carey retorted. "I'll just step between it." They shook hands in friendly fashion, and Carey hurried away. Mr. Hennage stared after him. "Sassy as a badger" he murmured. "I can't bluff that hombre. He'll go as far as he can, an' be ready to jump in the first chance he sees.
He had the name of a bad hombre, this boss herder of Jasper Swope, the kind that cuts notches on his rifle stock. Only one man had ever made Juan eat dirt, and that man now watched him from the high rocks with eyes that followed every move with the unblinking intentness of a mountain lion. "Uhr-r!
I got somethin' else to do besides set on a cracker barrel and swap lies with my friends." "You can stay or you can go, but the law is the law " "And a goat is a goat. All right, hombre, I'll stay." "As I was sayin'," continued the marshal, ignoring the deepening color of Shoop's face, "you can stay. You're too durned fat to move around safe, anyhow. You might bust." Shoop smiled.
"Better hit the high spots. There's a row back there, now." De Launay swung into the saddle. "See you at Shoestring, this side the Crater," he said, briefly. "Adios!" "So long," said Sucatash, indifferently. De Launay spurred the horse and took the middle of the road on a run. Sucatash looked after him reflectively. "That hombre can ride a whole lot," he remarked.
"Carrajo!" cried another; "take care what you're about! I haven't escaped the Yankee bullets to-day to have my skull cloven in that fashion. Arriba! arriba!" "I say, Antonio you're sure this road leads out above?" "Quite sure, camarado." "And then on to Orizava?" "But how far hombre?" "Oh! there are halting-places pueblitos." "Vaya! I don't care how soon we reach them.
"The tenderfoot" he referred to Bartley "is he goin' along with you?" "He ain't so tender as you might think," said Cheyenne. "He's green, but not so dam' tender." "Well, it's right sad. He looks like a pretty decent hombre." "What's sad?" queried Cheyenne belligerently. "Why, gettin' that tenderfoot all shot up, trailin' a couple of twenty-dollar cayuses. They ain't worth it." "They ain't, eh?"
Fer I reckon nothin' could insult you in thet dress.... An' my last hunch is this, Pretty Eyes. You're not what a hombre like me calls either square or game. Adios." His bulky figure darkened the doorway, passed out, and the light of the sky streamed into the cabin again. Carley sat staring.
In the evening, the wind being not quite fair, as usual we immediately moored, and the next day, as it blew rather freshly, though with a favouring current, the master was much too indolent to think of starting. At Bajada, he was described to me as "hombre muy aflicto" a man always miserable to get on; but certainly he bore all delays with admirable resignation.
Drew sniffed the aroma of the bacon Donally was frying, his stomach protesting plaintively. "What are they sayin’?" he whispered to Anse. "Old Man pointed out nice an’ plain what th’ Mex’s in for, lessen he speaks up. This hombre, Rennie thinks maybe he don’t run regular with Kitchell—more’n likely he came up from th’ south, could be to guide th’ gang back there some place.
What they call a 'prairie schooner. A big, red-topped hombre, and his woman gringos of the class I despise; which includes" again he flung his thumb across the guitar string "all gringos!" Jack's lips opened for hot answer, but Don Andres forestalled him quietly. "One more tenant does not harm me, José.
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