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And it was blim, blam, blim, six times an' twice over, with his two big horse-pistols, an' the house perforated like a cullender. Likewise there was a dead tom-cat. He could shoot in the dark with never an aim, pullin' trigger with the second finger and pointing with the first finger laid straight along the barrel. "No, sir, my laddy buck. He was the bully boy with the glass eye.
I reckon we're gettin' most onhuman treatment." "But I'm a sick man," protested Ladd, "an' I'm agoin' to fall over in a minute if somebody doesn't feed me. Nell, you used to be fond of me." "Oh, Laddy, I am yet," replied Nell. "Shore I don't believe it. Any girl with a tender heart just couldn't let a man starve under her eyes... Look at Dick, there.
Shore I never, never want to taste meat again, an' sight of a piece of sheep meat would jest about finish me.... Jim, you used to be a human bein' that stood up for Charlie Ladd." "Laddy, I'm lined up beside you with both guns," replied Jim, plaintively. "Hungry? Say, the smell of breakfast in that kitchen made my mouth water so I near choked to death.
The dazzling whiteness of the desert sun shone from his coat; he had the fire and spirit of the desert in his noble head, its strength and power in his gigantic frame. "Belding swears Sol never beat Diablo," Dick was saying. "He believes it," replied Nell. "Dad is queer about that horse." "But Laddy rode Sol once made him beat Diablo. Jim saw the race." Nell laughed. "I saw it, too.
An' one not so good as Sol. I was only tryin' your nerve, Dick, askin' you without tellin' my plan. Sol won't get a scratch, you can gamble on that! I'll ride him down into the valley an' pull the greasers out in the open. They've got short-ranged carbines. They can't keep out of range of the .405, an' I'll be takin' the dust of their lead. Sabe, senor?" "Laddy!
It was characteristic of the man that, now when catastrophe appeared inevitable, all the gloom and care and angry agitation passed from him. "Laddy, it's Rojas all right. How many men has he out there?" "Mebbe twenty. Not more." "We can lick twice that many Greasers." "Shore." Jim Lash removed his pipe long enough to speak. "I reckon.
"Cut that kind of talk," replied Belding, bluntly. "Well, if it is Rojas he's acting damn strange for a raider. That's what worries me. We can't do anything but wait. With Laddy and Yaqui out there we won't be surprised. Let's take the best possible view of the situation until we know more. That'll not likely be before to-morrow."
Patsy leaned over him tenderly; could she only keep him content until the mother came and guard the mysterious borderland against all fear or pain, "Laddy, laddy," she coaxed, "do ye mind me now?" The veriest wisp of a smile answered her. "And were ye for playing Jack yourself, tramping off to find the castle with a window in it for every day in the year?"
That was the young lady who might answer the raving eulogy you just got out of your system.... I well, you haven't cornered the love market!" Thorne uttered some kind of a sound that his weakened condition would not allow to be a whoop. "Dick! Do you mean it?" "I shore do, as Laddy says." "I'm glad, Dick, with all my heart. I wondered at the changed look you wear.
"And where could you find eighty pound?" "Auchty pund," cried she, "it's no auchty pund that will ding Christie Johnstone, laddy. I hae boats and nets worth twa auchtys; and I hae forty pund laid by; and I hae seven hundred pund at London, but that I canna meddle. My feyther lent it the king or the queen, I dinna justly mind; she pays me the interest twice the year.
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