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Updated: June 21, 2025
"You can have my gun purty soon. I won't be able to use it much longer." "Why don't Buck an' Hoppy hurry up!" snarled Johnny. "Be a long time mebby," mumbled Jackson, his trembling hands trying to steady the rifle. "They're all around us. Ah, missed!" he intoned hoarsely, trying to pump the lever with unobeying hands.
About eight apiece'll do us nice. I shore like a good cavvieyeh." "Hullo, Hoppy!" came from the platform as Billy grinned his welcome through the dust on his face. "Want a job?" "Hullo yoreself," growled Pete. "Stick yore iron on that fourth steer before he gets out, an' talk less with yore mouth." "Pete's still rabid," called Billy, performing the duty Pete suggested.
His companion wheeled like a flash and grabbed him as he stumbled past. "Are you plugged bad, Hoppy? Where did they get you? Are you hit bad?" and Red's heart was in his voice. "No, I ain't plugged bad!" mimicked Hopalong. "I ain't plugged at all!" he blazed, kicking enthusiastically at his solicitous friend. "Get me some water, you jackass! Don't stand there like a fool!
"Yes, sir! It's luck that counts there," endorsed Bartlett, quickly. "Luck, nine times out of ten." "Best shot ought to win," declared Skinny Thompson. "It ain't all luck, nohow. Where'd I be against Hoppy, there?" "Won't neither!" cried Johnny, excitedly. "The man who sees the other first wins out. That's wood-craft, an' brains." "Aw! What do you know about it, anyhow?" demanded Lucas.
He pulled out of one pocket all their money two pounds eighteen shillings except six pennies which he had put in the other pocket to rattle. He rattled them now. "I'm anxious," he said, confidentially, "to get settled on account of the nipper. I don't deceive you; we 'oofed it up, not to waste our little bit, and he's a hoppy chap."
"That's gospel shore enough, but, as Pie said, they ain't a whole lot particular as how they deal th' cards. We better get a move on an' find that ornery little cuss," replied Buck. "O. K., only I ain't losin' no sleep about Hoppy. His gun's too lively for me to do any worryin'," asserted Red. "They'll get lynched some time, shore," declared Buck. "Not if they find Hoppy," grimly replied Red.
Hopalong told in a graphic, terse manner all that was necessary, while Buck and Cowan hurriedly bandaged his wounds. "Come on! Come on!" shouted the mounted crowd outside, angry, and impatient for a start, the prancing of horses and the clinking of metal adding to the noise. "Get a move on! Will you hurry up!" "Listen, Hoppy!" pleaded Buck, in a furore. "Shut up, you outside!" he yelled.
"The first shot don't win, Johnny; not in a game like that, with all the dodging an' ducking," remarked Red. "You can't put one where you want it when a feller's slipping around in the brush. It's the most that counts, an' the best shot gets in the most. I wouldn't want to have to stand up against Hoppy an' a short gun, not in that game; no, sir!" and Red shook his head with decision.
Loud cries were uttered and exclamations of enthusiasm; people rose from their seats and crowded round the piano to congratulate the player. Mrs. Lautenschlager could not desist from kissing his hand. A tall, thin Russian girl in spectacles, who had assiduously taken notes throughout, asked in a loud voice, and her peculiar, hoppy German, for information about the orchestration.
He turned to Red and shook hands silently, led his horse out of the building and mounted, glad that the moon had not yet come up, for in the darkness he had a chance. "Good luck, Hoppy!" cried Red, running to the door. "Good luck!" "You bet an' lots of it, too," groaned Holden, but he was gone. Then Red wheeled. "Holden, keep yore eyes an' ears open. I'm going out to see that he gets off.
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