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"They think I know nothing about him. I know some, and I want to know more." "I'll settle that," said Joses. The jockey was pulling the mare's ears thoughtfully. "You'd like to take a little bit of Putnam's, I daresay?" he said. "I wouldn't mind if I did," replied the tout. "It was them done you down at the trial," continued the jockey. "Old Mat and his Monkey and Silver Mug. The old gang."
"Do you think it is necessary, Joses?" said Bart. "It's always necessary to be safe out in the plain, my lad," replied Joses. "How do we know that the Injuns won't come to-night to look after the men they've lost? Same time, how do we know they will? All the same, though, you can never be too safe.
I meant to fight it out though till all my powder was gone, and then I meant to back the horses at the Injun, and make them kick as long as I could, for of course you wouldn't have been able to come." "I am glad you are safe, Joses," cried Bart, at last. "It is almost like a miracle that they didn't find you, and that the explosion took place.
One way and the other the larder was kept well supplied, and while Dr Lascelles on the one hand talked eagerly of the precious metal he hoped to discover, Joses was always ready with promises of endless sport. "Why, by an' by, Master Bart," he said one day as they journeyed slowly on, "we shall come to rivers so full of salmon that all you've got to do is to pull 'em out."
Bart and Joses worked hard to supply the larder, the principal food they obtained being the sage grouse and dusky grouse, which birds they found to be pretty plentiful high up in the mountains wherever there was a flat or a slope with plenty of cover; but just as they were getting terribly tired of the sameness of this diet, Bart made one morning a lucky find.
"Supposing a town to be built here somewhere up the mountain, this great enclosure would be invaluable," said Bart, and, hurrying back, he fetched Joses to inspect the place. "Ah, that's not bad," said the rough frontier man. "Why, Master Bart, what a cattle corral that would make! Block the mouth up well, they'd be clever Injuns who got anything away. Let's put the horses in here at once."
"You, Joses!" exclaimed Bart, whose heart seemed to give a bound of delight. "Yes, sir; I thought I'd get up and watch for a bit; and just as I looked round before coming to you, that rock took my fancy." "Yes, it does look quaint and strange," said Bart; "I had been watching it."
Never mind how." Joses indeed was out early and late, and he was horribly alert. Nobody knew when and where his fat body and brown face might not be turning up. "Crawls around like a great red slug," said Old Mat; and it was seldom a horse did a big gallop but the fat man was there to see. The morning Boy went for her first dip he was at the lighthouse on the cliff above the Gap.
That evening the old trainer, driving through the village, came on the discomfited artist and drew up to have a word with him. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" began the old man in his sympathetic wheeze. "This is a bad job to be sure, Mr. Joses. So that long mare o' mine had a shot at your pore brain-box. When I heard, I wep' a tear, I did reelly." He shook a sorrowful head.
We haven't done them no harm, and we don't want to do them no harm, but all the same they will come and they'll kill the lot of us if they can; so the time has come when you must help us, for you're a good shot, my lad, and every bullet you put into the Injun means one more chance for us to save our scalps, and help the Doctor with his plans." "Must I fire at them then, Joses?" said Bart, sadly.
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