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"How I saw and heard, my son Leather, is a private affair of my own, but it was no lie." Leather looked incredulous. "Then you said," he continued, "that you didn't see the man that carried me away." "No more I did, boy. I never saw him!" "What! not even in a looking-glass?" "Not even in a lookin'-glass," returned Hunky.
"In very truth ye are, lad, to escape from such a big bunch o' Redskins without a scratch; why " "Pooh!" interrupted the sailor, "that's not the luck I'm thinkin' of. Havin' overhauled Roarin' Bull an' his little girl in time to help rescue them, that's what I call luck d'ee see?" "Yes, I see," was Hunky Ben's laconic reply.
"Hunky Ben!" exclaimed Buck, who had recovered by that time. "I wish you had turned up half-an-hour since, boy. You might have saved my poor friend Leather from a monster who came here and carried him away bodily." "Ay? That's strange, now. Hows'ever, worse luck might have befel him, for the troops are at my heels, an' ye know what would be in store for him if he was here."
Into somewhat deep and difficult water, I fancy, for some of it splashed into his eyes, and he sniffled once or twice as he wrote. "Suthin' like this," he said, after a pause: DEAR LITTLE JIMMIE, Your big brother havin' hurt his hand, wants me to tell you that otherways he is all hunky and A1.
But as they've not got here yet, they won't likely attack till the moon goes down. Is there any chuck goin'? I'm half starved." "Ay, Crux, lots o' chuck here. Come in an' let's hear all about it. Where got ye the news?" "Hunky Ben sent me.
Since then I have plunged into everything trying to drown thought, and remorse, but I cannot, so I am ending all there's a mad thing to say, as if death could end all. Though I do not doubt but what many other fellows will do what I am doing now. Good bye, good old Hunky Archie, "Your unhappy, rotten, "GEORGE."
"I hain't the heart to deprive 'im of that," he said, as he walked round the horse; "he won't find any better in his travels." On the other side he found a forty-four-caliber revolver. "That 'u'd be a ugly customer to meet on a dark road," he said, holding it up for the others to see. "By hunky! it 'u'd dig a tunnel through a rock mountain.
A few minutes later the clattering of hoofs was heard, and in another moment he rode up to the spot where our hero awaited him. "Follow me," he said; "the road becomes better half a mile further on." During all this time Hunky Ben had stood with his rifle ready, listening with the feelings of a man in a dream. He watched the robber and his victim ride quietly away until they were out of sight.
Seen from a short distance off on the main track the mountains beyond had a brilliantly blue appearance, and a few hundred yards on the other side of the pass the track forked hence the name. One fork led up to Traitor's Trap, the other to the fort of Quester Creek, an out-post of United States troops for which Hunky Ben was bound with the warning that the Redskins were contemplating mischief.
Between the two perplexin' duties I tried to steer as straight a course as I could, but I confess I had to steer pretty close to the wind." "Well, Hunky, it is my duty to thank you instead of criticising you as I have done, but how do you come to be so sure that I'm innocent?" "P'r'aps because ye putt such an innocent question," replied Ben, with a little smile.
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