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He and Corney went to the place, and when they cut off what they needed, they found in the far end of it the dried-up bodies of two little Lynxes with that of the mother, and in the side of the old one was the head of a fish-spear broken from the handle. The History of a Jack-rabbit The Little Warhorse knew practically all the Dogs in town.
"Of course I'm a damn fool," replied Hampton, by now his old cheerful self. "I've apologized to Judith and Lee and Burkitt. I apologize to you. I'll tell you confidentially that I'm a sucker and a Come-on-Charlie. I haven't got the brains of a jack-rabbit." Carson went away grumbling. But for the first time he felt a vague respect for Pollock Hampton.
I needed a vent. If he hadn't been there I should have smashed a chair. But there was he and I kicked him out of my private office and would have kicked him out through the anteroom into the outer hall, had he not gathered himself together and run like a jack-rabbit. Since that day I have done my own calendar watching.
As I bowl pleasantly along I involuntarily look about me, half expecting to see some grand, stately old mansion peeping from among some one of the splendid oak-groves; and when a jack-rabbit hops out and halts at twenty paces from my road, I half hesitate to fire at him, lest the noise of the report should bring out the vigilant and lynx-eyed game-keeper, and get me "summoned" for poaching.
Far above two great buzzards, circling round and round, faded into the morning haze. From a neighboring sand-dune a jack-rabbit appeared, paused a quivering moment, then scurried from view. The morning light grew brighter. A third whinny, and Pat now slowly started toward him. But again he fastened his eyes upon the distant horizon, hoping for a sight of the ranch wagon. But no wagon appeared.
He was that scared when this here gigantic ruffian stopped him I just happened to be a-setting in among the cedar-bushes at the time, smoking a seegar and looking on sort of casual he couldn't do nothing more'n yell out he wasn't going to shoot, and not to murder him; and then down he jumped from the box me a-smoking away looking at him, and this here ruffian a-shooting his Winchester across the top of the coach to where he said he thought he seen a jack-rabbit and cut out the near wheeler; and then he scrambled up anyhow on that mule's back, and away he went down the barranca as hard as hell!"
There existed but one code upon which he might make requisition with promise of safety the great and potent code of Slang. So, here is the message that slipped, unconstrued, through the fingers of curious officials, and came to the eye of Goodwin: His Nibs skedaddled yesterday per jack-rabbit line with all the coin in the kitty and the bundle of muslin he's spoony about.
There's all the game we want, especially wild duck and prairie chicken, to say nothing of jack-rabbit. Dinky-Dunk sallies out and pots them as we need them. We get our veal and beef by the quarter, but it will not keep well until the weather gets cooler, so I put what we don't need in brine and use it for boiling-meat.
Antelope and deer fed in the valley, the sage-hen and the jack-rabbit started up under his horse's hoofs, but such small game went by unnoticed. Two o'clock passed without a sign of bear, save some tracks in the snow.
"What in thunder was that?" he yelled, highly excited. "A jack-rabbit," growled Mack. "And going some. Something scare't that critter, sure's you're bawn!" "Didn't you ever see a jack before, Pratt?" asked Frances, her tone a little queer, he thought. "Not so close to," admitted the young fellow, as he scrambled to his feet.
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