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"Well, we'll risk it," said the other. "Now let's be ready for any danger that comes. Saddle the horses, and tether them close to the waggon. I will have the first watch to-night; you take the second, Joses; and you, Bart, take the third. Get to sleep early, my lads, for I want to be off before sunrise in the morning."
Jaggers, in that curt, sub-acid way of his, had instructed Joses to report on her form, and "to make no mistake about it." The tout had touched his hat and answered: "Very good, sir." Now it was well known that a man had to be up very early in every sense if he wanted to keep an eye on a Putnam horse. Mat Woodburn might be old, but he was by no means sleepy; and Joses could not afford to blunder.
"No, master, it was setting up so close to the hunting-grounds, and the Injun being so near." "Ah well, we need not consider how all that came to pass, my lads: we know they ruined me." "And you never killed one o' them for it, master," growled Joses. "Nor wished to, my lad. They did not take our lives." "But they would if they could have broken in and burnt us out, master," growled Joses.
With this idea in his mind he called Joses and the Beaver, showing them the little horse, and they both agreeing that it was no trap or plan on the Indians' part, Bart eagerly ran out and called the docile little steed, which came trotting up and laid its soft muzzle in his hand.
A general view of the events of that third day and those which followed can be constructed from our gospels and Paul. Early on the first day of the week certain women, including Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James and Joses, Salome, Joanna, and others, came to anoint the body of Jesus. On their arrival they found that the stone had been rolled back from the tomb.
And when the sabbath came, he began to teach in the synagogue: and many when they heard him were amazed, saying, Whence hath this man these things? and what is the wisdom given to him, that even such miracles are done by his hands? Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, the brother of James and Joses, and Judah and Simon? and are not his sisters here with us? And they were offended at him.
Joses dropped on to his hands and huddled against the soaking ground as the pair came thundering by. He need not have feared detection: the rider's head was low over the horse's neck, the rider's face averted. All he saw was the back of a fair head, close-cropped. Kneeling up, he turned his glasses once again on the little figure waiting now alone upon the brow.
He added with a snort: "Thought I were a copper's nark. Good as told me so." Joses stole down the gangway to the door. When he came back Monkey was holding the bucket to Four-Pound-the-Second, who was drinking noisily. "It was only the cat," he said. "I heard her scuttle." "Don't it smell funny?" whispered Monkey, swirling the bucket gently under the horse's muzzle.
"It's all right," exclaimed Joses, "we can get the lot if we like, for they can't get away. Yonder's a regular dip down where they can't jump. Keep your rifles ready, my boys, and we'll shoot two. That'll be enough." As they spread out and slowly advanced, the sheep ran back out of sight, but came back again, proving Joses' words, that there was a precipice beyond them and their enemies in front.
Let them sleep it off to-night, my boy, and to-morrow morning we'll show the Beaver and his men what we do to thieves who steal liquor to get drunk. I wouldn't have thought it of them." "What shall you do to them, Joses?" said Bart. "Tie them up to that old post of a tree, my boy, and give them a taste of horse-hair lariat on the bare back. That's what I'll do to them.
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