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The inspection of the outfit was brief. "Take the Colts and the cartridges, and the blankets and the rope. T' hell with the rest." Away out in the night of stars and silence plodded the patient burro, and beside him shuffled Overland Red and Billy Winthrop. "We'll fool 'em," said Overland. "Keep joggin'. We'll be over the range before mornin'. Then let 'em find us."
How's things down to the bluffs? Joggin' along, joggin' along in the same old rut, the way the feller with the wheelbarrer went to market? Eh? Haw, haw, haw! Have a cigar, Perfessor?" Galusha declined the cigar. He would also have declined the invitation to sit, but Mr. Pulcifer would not hear of it. He all but forced his caller into a chair. "Set down," he insisted.
"Reckon I'd better be joggin' erlong toward Old Ti, heh, Colonel?" remarked the ranger, leaning an elbow on the pommel of the saddle. "You had, 'Siah, you had. We can depend upon you, and those red-coated rascals there must be kept unsuspicious and their fears if they have any lulled to sleep.
Stickles?" she inquired. "'Simply joggin', parson, simply joggin," came the reply, at which the fair hostess laughed heartily. "And I suppose Mrs. Stickles is as jolly as ever?" "Oh, yes. She is just the same. Poor soul! she has her hands full with her sick husband, and a houseful of little ones. Yet she keeps remarkably bright and cheerful.
"Lor', yes, Miss Nanny!" said she: "let de chillen go, for massy's sake. Dey gits tired joggin' along here in de same ole ruts. 'Tain't gwine ter cost so very much; an' I'm willin' ter 'conomize six months ter help 'long." The end of it all was that Aunt Nanny had to give her consent that is, she said, if Mrs. Long really wanted us.
"Well, it was close upon sundown, an' I was joggin' along to my tent in the bush when I came to an openin' where I saw the critter down on one knee an' his gun up takin' aim at somethin'. I stopped to let him have his shot, for I count it a mortal sin to spoil a man's sport, an' I looked hard to see what it was he was goin' to let drive at, but never a thing could I see, far or near, except a small bit of a bird about the size of a big bee, sittin' on a branch not far from his nose an' cockin' its eye at him as much as to say, `Well, you air a queer 'un! `Surely, thought I, `he ain't a-goin' to blaze at that! But I'd scarce thought it when he did blaze at it an' down it came flop on its back, as dead as mutton!
I cal'late Henry G.'s glad enough to get rid of him. Ho! ho!" "Did Mr. Atkins see his this did he see his present before he accepted it?" "No. That's the best part of the joke. Well," clambering to his seat and picking up the reins, "I've got five mile of sand and moskeeters to navigate, so I've got to be joggin'. Oh, say! goin' to leave him in the box there, be ye?"
They reached toward her and drew back in alarm. He was too white-livered to go through with his villainy boldly. He recorked the bottle and put it in his hip pocket. "'Nough said," he blustered. "Me, I'll git on my hawss and be joggin' along to Mex. I'll take chances on their finding you before you're starved. After that it won't matter to me when they light on yore body."
I reckon we done rested 'bout long 'nough. 'Tain't such a bad place, but my notion is, we ought ter be joggin' 'long." "Mine also. Come over here, both of you, and I'll give you my idea. I figured our chances in this way."
Course, I'm not sellin' him fer a four-year-old. But for your work, joggin' from the P'int into the village an' back once or twice a week, I sh'd say he was jest the ticket; an' forty-five, harness an' all as he stands, is dirt cheap." Again Captain Bean tried to look critically at the white horse, but once more he met that calm, curious gaze and the attempt was hardly a success.
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