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This offer compelled an acquiescence, Will consoling himself with the reflection that it is easier to escape from two men than from eight. When the horse was reached, one of the outlaws obligingly volunteered to lead it. "All right," said Will, carelessly. "I shot a couple of sage-hens here; I'll take them along. Lead away!" He followed with the birds, the second horsethief bringing up the rear.
By this time the judge's teeth were chattering and he was dripping cold sweat at every pore. He prayed earnestly that they might hang the horsethief and spare him. The dismounted men took up a stick of timber that had been cut for the jail and not used.
"You said there was only one road," she told him, her face turned away. "It's that way, then, to the left up that dry bed of Horsethief Cañon." He spoke with a lift of exultation, of pride, and more than pride. "Ride low they're coming!" "Did you carry her that way all the way home?"
"He's apparently as high-toned a gentleman as you'd meet with anywhere; polished, sir, so smooth your fingers would slip if you tried to take hold of him, but it's been commented on that when a horsethief or counterfeiter gets into trouble the colonel's always first choice for counsel." "Get's 'em off, does he?" The judge spoke somewhat grimly. "Mighty nigh always.
"By jingo," he declared, "we'd make twenty-five thousand dollars while we're dickering with Hudner!" "I know, my boy; but then I don't like Hudner, and it's awful to do business with a son of a horsethief you don't like and let him put one over on you. That's the thrill of doing business, Matt.
You know why we trailed you." Doble edged into the talk. He was still short of wind, but to his thick wits a denial seemed necessary. "We ain't got yore broncs." "Who mentioned our broncs?" Hart demanded, swiftly. "Called Ad a horsethief, didn't you?" "So he is. You, too. You've got our ponies. Not in yore vest pockets, but hid out in the brush somewheres.
"What are you doing over here east of Horsethief?" he inquired, bending his black brows in a frown, his small mustache twitching in catlike threat of a snarl. "I'm grazing that little band of sheep you see down yonder," Mackenzie returned, evenly, running his eyes over the fellow's gear.
I always wanted to fight for it, but dad let them have it for the sake of peace. I guess it was the best way, after all." "As long as I was right, my last worry is gone, Joan. You're not on the contested territory, are you?" "No; they lay claim as far as Horsethief Cañon, but they'd just as well claim all our lease they've got just as much right to it."
Different men have different vices, and addiction to one kind of "upsetting sin" does not imply addiction to an unrelated kind. Doubtless a rake is a liar in so far as is needful to concealment, but it does not follow that he will commit perjury to save a horsethief from the penitentiary or send a good man to the gallows.
His leather cuffs were garnitured with silver stars in the Mexican style; he wore a red stone in his black necktie, which was tied with care, the flowing ends of it tucked into the bosom of his dark-gray flannel shirt. "If you're tryin' to be funny, cut it out; I'm not a funny man," he said. "I asked you what you're doing over here east of Horsethief Cañon?"
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