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The guide had been not a second too soon in getting out of harm's way, for the bullet would have gone right through him had be remained standing. Quick as a flash Kringle's rifle leaped to his shoulder, and he fired. He had taken quick aim at a puff of smoke off toward the camp.
He stalked about the floor, holding a handkerchief to the wounded ear, "talking in dashes and asterisks," as Chunky put it. Kris Kringle's face wore a grim smile. He was taking chances of being shot, every second now, but he insisted in holding his place at the side of the window so he could listen and watch.
Maybe next time I've got an idea, you'll stop and listen." Kris Kringle's face wore a broad grin. "Master Stacy is right. He tried hard enough to tell us," he said. Chunky was humming blithely as the party set out next morning.
The chase came to an abrupt ending some few rods farther on, when Kris Kringle's lariat squirmed out, bringing the fleeing pony to the ground with its nose in the hot dust. Without dismounting, the guide turned his own mount, and fairly dragging the unwilling pony behind him, pounded back to the place where Ned had been unhorsed.
After I have been gone about ten minutes, light a match and toss it into the heap of sage there, but watch out that you don't get into the light. Throw the match. You're liable to be shot if you show yourselves." "Why should we make a fire and thus make targets of ourselves?" protested Ned. "That is to cover Mr. Kringle's retreat," Tad informed them. "Exactly.
Such an awful lot of candies that stocking'll hold!" laughing with him. "It'll take all Kriss Kringle's sack." "Kriss Kringle! Oh, Charley! I'm too big; I'm five years now. You can't cheat me." The girl's very lips went white. She got up at his childish words, and put him down. "No, I'll not cheat you, Benny, never, any more." "Where are you going, Charley?"
Kris Kringle's face wore an expansive grin as he discovered the cause of the interruption. But, Professor Zepplin's face reflected no such emotion. He was angry. He started to rise, when a second shadow fell across the table.
"I'll put them against any other four lads in the world for hunting out trouble," laughed the Professor. The result of the afternoon's sport was a total of several spills and numerous black and blue spots on the bodies of the Pony Rider Boys. Stacy Brown on Kris Kringle's pony, carried off the honors, having taken a higher jump than did any of his companions.
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