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"Judkins, you're all bloody!" cried Jane, in affright. "Oh, you've been shot!" "Nothin' much Miss Withersteen. I got a nick in the shoulder. I'm some wet an' the hoss's been throwin' lather, so all this ain't blood." "What's up?" queried Venters, sharply. "Rustlers sloped off with the red herd." "Where are my riders?" demanded Jane. "Miss Withersteen, I was alone all night with the herd.
Bah, greenies, don't be putting on airs afore you've been in this ere town two hours. Where's this hoss's bridle?" "I have told you once," replied Fred, a small, red spot beginning to appear on each cheek, "that the animal is not at your disposal. We are strangers here, it is true, but we are not disposed to be imposed upon."
Peter stood at the window, his head now enveloped in smoke, and kept peering out at the porch from which Mrs. Dawson was moving the various articles pertaining to her bed, such as slats, posts, railings, mattress, pillows, sheets, and coverings. "She's as busy as a hoss's tail in fly-time," he observed. "Oh, Lawsy mercy!"
I can jest see him now, the grim, crooked-legged little devil, hunchin' down over that wheel as if it was a hoss's neck." "I told him not to let the ride be hot or dusty," remarked Madeline. "Haw, haw!" roared Stillwell. "Wal, I'll be goin'. I reckon I'd like to be hyar when Link drives up, but I want to be with the boys down by the bunks.
I never made a hoss's back sore in my life, she says. 'We c'n change the saddle, she says, an' off she jumps, an', scat my !" exclaimed David, "the way she knowed about gettin' that saddle fixed, pads, straps, girt's, an' the hull bus'nis, an' put up her foot fer me to give her a lift, an' wheeled that hoss an' went out o' the yard a-kitin', was as slick a piece o' hoss bus'nis as ever I see.
It is true. The gates open for me at last." "How did it happen?" "I got through Breckenridge's lines all right, an' reached the river, but thar was a picket thar, hid behind a tree, and ez he heered my hoss's feet splash in the ford, he shot me through the back. An' I didn't get through in time," she added, with the first shade of melancholy that had yet appeared in her face. "Did YOU?"
One thing, my little baa-lamb'll take a bit o' knockin' out." "Where is he?" asked Silver. "Away on the right there," answered the old man. "Doin' a cake-walk on the next hoss's toes." There was very little trouble at the post. The starter got his field away well together at the first drop of the flag. Only one was left, and that was green.
They just stick closer'n a tick to their hoss's side, and do a heap of mighty good shootin' from under his neck, I can tell you. Why, I've seen forty of 'em comin' full tilt right towards me, and narry Injun in sight." "If you think they are going to attack us, Jerry, hadn't we better rouse the camp at once, and notify Magoffin's people?"
"No," answered Fortner, "but we're a-comin' ter what is every bit an' grain ez dangersome. Heah's whar the path winds round Blacksnake Clift, an' ye'll hev ter be ez keeful o' your footin' ez ef ye war treadin' the slippery ways o' sin. The path's no wider 'n a hoss's back, an' no better ter walk on. On the right hand side hit's several rods down ter whar the creek's tearin' 'long like a mad dog.
"Wal, thet ain't gamblin'. These fool riders of mine will bet on the switchin' of a hoss's tail." He drew Slone a little aside from the others, who were interested in Brackton's delivery of the different prizes. "Slone, how'd you like to ride for me?" Slone appeared surprised. "Why, I never rode for any one," he replied, slowly. "I can't stand to be tied down. I'm a horse-hunter, you know."
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