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Updated: June 11, 2025
"I'd like to see any two-laigged cuss get my guns If I didn't want him to!" began Hopalong, indignant at the idea. "Easy, son," cautioned Buck. "Yu would do what th' rest did because yu are a square man.
"Nope; but I got his cayuse," Hopalong replied, shoving a fresh cartridge into the foul, greasy breech of the Sharps. "An' here's where I get him got to square up for my eyes some way," he muttered, firing. "Missed! Now what do you think of that!" he exclaimed. "Better take my Winchester," suggested Red, in a matter-of-fact way, but he chuckled softly and listened for the reply.
"I wonder," said Hopalong, glancing through the door, "if them friends of mine reckon I'm any ascared to go in that tent? Huh, I'll just show 'em anyhow!" whereupon he dismounted, flung the reins over his horse's head, and strode through the doorway.
Hopalong was buried in thought and came to himself just in time to cover the other and stop him not six feet away. "Just a minute, before you make me shoot you! I want to think about it." "Damn that gun!" swore the fugitive, nervously shifting his feet and preparing to spring. "We'd 'a' been fighting by this time if it wasn't for that!"
He was lamed for life, even if he did come out of the duel alive; lamed in the same way that Hopalong was the affliction he had made cruel sport of had come to him. But he had plenty of courage and he returned the fire with remarkable quickness, his two shots sounding almost as one.
Hopalong made no objection to allowing his companion to lead the way over any trail he saw fit, for he knew that Pie had been born and brought up in the Panhandle, the Cunningham Lake district having been his back yard, as it were.
Red's tardiness was all the worse because the erring party to the agreement had turned in his saddle at Hoyt's Corners and loosed a flippant and entirely uncalled-for remark about his friend's ideas regarding appointments. "Well, that red-headed Romeo is shore late this time," Hopalong muttered. "Why don't he find a girl closer to home, anyhow?
"He knows me all right; an' he'd like to see me hung," replied the stranger. "I won't give up my guns, an' you won't lynch Hopalong Cassidy while I can pull a trigger. That's flat!" He began to talk feverishly to gain time and his eyes lighted suddenly.
This recognition of his prowess from men of the caliber of his audience made him feel good, and he grinned: "Gee, I'll bet Halloway an' his friends is shore itchin' to get in this," he murmured, firing at a head that was shown for an instant. "Wonder what Red'll say when Jimmy tells him bet he'll plow dust like a cyclone," and Hopalong laughed, picturing to himself the satiation of Red's anger.
"Stranger," he said slowly, "what's yore name?" The crowd listened eagerly. "My friends call me Hopalong Cassidy; other people, other things you gimme that cayuse an' that Winchester. Here! Hand the gun to Fisher, so there won't be no lamentable accidents: I don't want to shoot you, 'less I have to." "They're both yourn," sighed Mr.
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