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"And you—you keep a civil tongue in your head when addressing a superior officer. Shannon, no more of that!" The order stayed a second blow. "Oughta shot him for real, suh." "No. Not a man who rode with General Forrest." Kitchell hesitated and then added, "We’ll be long gone before he wakes. Tie this one in the saddle if he can’t hang on by himself.
"Pullum disa lope, sabe?" Wilbur tugged at the rope the cook indicated. "That's well, y'r peak halyard purchase," chanted Captain Kitchell. Wilbur made the rope fast. The mainsail was set, and hung slatting and flapping in the wind. Next the for'sail was set in much the same manner, and Wilbur was ordered to "lay out on the ji'boom and cast the gaskets off the jib."
"Yes, if Shannon is riding with Kitchell, now he can prove ownership of that stud and sell him anywhere without trouble." Topham could have been reading Drew’s mind. "But that’s not as important as something else. Hunt went hell-bent-for-leather out of here. He’ll gather up that private army of his and try to trail the raiders.
"You can’t mean Shannon!" "Johnny Shannon. And if he’s doing what I think he is...." Topham paused. When he continued he had changed the subject. "Last night Nye rode up from the Range. Said that Kitchell made a raid, almost a clean sweep. Among other stock he gathered up was that prize stud of yours." "Shiloh!" And Shannon had the horse papers! The Kentuckian was thinking fast now.
I didn’t want no drifters cuttin’ in on what was rightly mine, in a manner of speakin’. So I just waited m’ chance to get at that belt of yours. Found what I wanted—an’ that sorta made up m’ mind. "Colonel Kitchell here, he wanted me to go south with him.
But Johnny had ideas of his own. Under his direction Drew’s horse broke to the left. There were shots and Drew flattened himself as best he could on the saddle horn, but not before he saw Kitchell spin around in a crazy dance and fall. "All right, all right!" Shannon’s voice was broken, ragged, almost as if he were sobbing. "You ain’t got me yet—not by a sight, you ain’t!"
Drew demanded of Anse. "That it’s true he was sent to guide Kitchell south. That train of hosses an’ loot was th’ gang’s prime pickin’s. Some of it was to grease their way in with this hombre’s patrón—don’t know who he is—some Mex gineral or such. Kitchell, he rode behind because he had waited for a gringo to meet him. They was makin’ up time when they heard th’ fight goin’ on in th’ pass.
In the crow's nest Jim still yelled and waved like one distraught, while the dory returned at a smart clip toward the schooner. Kitchell lathered with fury. "Oh-h," he murmured softly through his gritted teeth. "Jess lemmee lay mee two hands afoul of you wunst, you gibbering, yellow philly-loo bird, believe me, you'll dance.
"I’ll ask around. Have any trouble comin’ up?" "No. Greyfeather and Runnin’ Fox were scoutin’ for us." "Stage was jumped yesterday on th’ Sonora road," Callie volunteered. "One men got him a bullet in th’ shoulder, but they got away clean. It was Kitchell, th’ driver thought. Captain Bayliss took out a patrol right away. You plannin’ on goin’ back with Kitchell out?"
Gave ’em a good sight of a man plugged where it means th’ most an’ that musta convinced ’em I wasn’t no problem no more. So—that was what happened. I jus’ pulled as green a trick as a sod-buster tryin’ to crawl a wild one! An’ where Shannon is now I don’t know—only I don’t think it’s in Mexico." "Probably with Kitchell."
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