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Updated: September 29, 2025
This was indeed revenge to hear some one tell the trader what he was, and without the fear of a beating. "I'll go with you," said Pete. "Wait till I git my blanket." "Don't you touch nothin' in that wagon!" stormed the trader. "Git your blanket, son," said Annersley. The horse-trader was deceived by Annersley's mild manner. As Young Pete started toward the wagon, the trader jumped and grabbed him.
"Still a-harpin' on that old string, are ye? Say, Tom-Jeff, I been erbout the best friend you've had, barrin' your daddy, for a right smart spell o' years. Don't you keep on tryin' to th'ow dust in my eyes." "Call it what you please; I don't care what you think or say. But when you find a man hanging around Nan " "They's one right now," said the horse-trader casually.
I dunno but you might snatch me as a brand from the burnin', if you could make out to try it one more lap around the you'se. I been thinkin' right p'intedly about " But the preacher had cut in with a curt "Good night," and was gone, with his broad-shouldered nephew at his heels; and the horse-trader went on, with the stars for his audience. "Look at that, now, will ye?
But he must go among these visitors and welcome them as of old; he who had always been the life of these racing-days must be outwardly the same. And the task was all the harder because of the pleasure shown by old friends among the Indians and the riders at meeting him. Bostil knew he had been a cunning horse-trader, but he had likewise been a good friend.
He needs feedin' and restin' up. That boy your boy?" "That kid! Huh! I picked him up when he was starvin' to death over to Enright. I been feedin' him and his no-account dog for a year, and neither of 'em is worth what he eats." "So? Then I reckon you won't be missin' him none if I take him along up to my place." The horse-trader did not want to lose Young Pete, but he did want Annersley's money.
Mitra, likewise, was a good old Aryan god, ere he was filched from us or we discarded him. And I remember, on a time, long after the drift when we brought the barley into India, that I came down into India, a horse-trader, with many servants and a long caravan at my back, and that at that time they were worshipping Bodhisatwa.
About the same hour Kim heard soft feet in Mahbub's deserted stall. The horse-trader, curiously enough, had left his door unlocked, and his men were busy celebrating their return to India with a whole sheep of Mahbub's bounty.
He scurried to the buckboard and hopped in. Annersley rose and brought the trader up with him as though the latter were a bit of limp tie-rope. "And now we'll be driftin'," he told the other. Murder burned in the horse-trader's narrow eyes, but immediate physical ambition was lacking. Annersley bulked big. The horse-trader cursed the old man in two languages.
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