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Updated: May 14, 2025
And I recognized in the tale merely Kid's version for Madge's ears of his chase of the jackrabbit. For by that time he had become, in her eyes, the exemplar of all that is inspiringly bold and daring, and he felt it necessary to keep up his reputation. For her he was a knight of prowess who could do anything he wished and against whom nothing could prevail.
"I'd have more respect for you than for the Sheriff," she answered succinctly. "Hurrah! Whoopee! Whoop!" yelled the men, who were delighted both with what she said as well as her pert way of saying it. It was in the midst of these shouts that Billy Jackrabbit and Wowkle, unobserved by the others, quietly stole into the room and squatted themselves down under the blackboard.
Nothing before him as he jerked in his panting horse, nothing but the desert, still, hot, thirsty, a great tortured thing under the merciless sky. Nothing but long level stretches so bleak, so barren, that a jackrabbit could not have hidden his gaunt, gray body.
"'Oh, a ten-dollar hoss and a forty-dollar saddle' that's you Blue. You don't amount to nothing nohow, doing jackrabbit stunts like that when I'm not looking! 'Coma ti yi youpy, youpy-a." She watched a cloud shadow sweep like a great bird over a sunny slope and murmured while she watched: "Cloud-boats sailing sunny seas is that original, or have I cribbed it from some honest-to-goodness poet?
But however much she would have liked to analyse these strange feelings, she resisted the inclination and gave all her attention to the amusing scene that was being enacted before her eyes. For some time Billy Jackrabbit had been standing by the table looking greedily down upon the charlotte russes there.
And he must get the jackrabbit, not merely through the personal interposition of the little gods who preside at roulette tables, but because his bow arm held true and his release sweet and the shaft true sped. All this is perfectly possible.
"I was afraid you wouldn't. Don't blame you much. Women are hell. I was hopin', though, you might talk a little to thet poor lonesome kid." "What kid?" inquired Duane, in surprise. "Didn't I tell you about Jennie the girl Bland's holdin' here the one Jackrabbit Benson had a hand in stealin'?" "You mentioned a girl. That's all. Tell me now," replied Duane, abruptly. "Wal, I got it this way.
It was a good deal of fun, too, sneaking about afoot through the low brush, making believe that the sage was a jungle, the tiny pellets express bullets, the rabbits magnified I am sorry for the fellow who cannot have fun sometimes "pretending!" In the brush, too, dwelt little cottontails, very good to eat. The jackrabbit was a pest, but the cottontail was worth getting.
"Confound it," he thought as he turned the horse, "I haven't the sense of a jackrabbit to make a break like that." One of the lions lay pawing the snow in its death struggle and as Carson came near, it reared itself as if to make one last leap. Its eyes gleamed in savage yellow, foam fell in flecks from its mouth, while a tiny stream of crimson stained the snow.
"They're not worth having if you and Dave Sanders and Bob have to live in danger all the time," she flashed. "Glad you look at it that way, Joy," Emerson retorted with a rueful smile. "Fact is, we ain't goin' to have any more oil wells than a jackrabbit pretty soon. I'm at the end of my rope right now.
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