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Hawke's keen eyes glowed for a moment, in a secret satisfaction. "I have you, my lady! They wished to keep you away from this young Peri, formed upon such heroically antique models." Major Hawke gazed upon the leather-faced visage of the slaty-eyed woman, whose age none might venture to guess.
But Kate understood the boy's unspoken wish and nodded her head reassuringly as he left the room. Kite Bonfils and Maloney took Curly back to Saguache and turned him over to Sheriff Bolt. "How about bail?" Maloney asked. The sheriff smiled. He was a long lean leather-faced man with friendly eyes from which humorous wrinkles radiated. "You honing to go bail for him, Dick?" "How much?"
Before the accurate shooting of these leather-faced old-timers the assailants gave back. When they had found cover they sent forward a warrior, who advanced a little way waving a white cloth and addressed Santa Cruz in Spanish. "If you will leave these wagons," the herald said, calling the wagon-master by name, "we will let all of you go away without harming you."
Understand?" The young rustler looked at the grim frowning face and his heart sank. "Got to tell you, have I?" "That's what?" "Out with it," ordered Buck. "Oh, I expect I'll keep that under my hat," Curly told them lightly. They were crowded about him in a half circle, nearly a score of hard leather-faced plainsmen. Some of them were riders of the Circle C outfit.
The leather-faced captain grinned quizzically. "Which does he go shy on, Mr. Toomey, the love or the fear?" he asked. "Both," said Toomey, shortly. Then his stern face relaxed, and he laughed good-humoredly. "Fact is, I think we'll have to be sellin' that there grizzly to some zoölogical park. He's kind of bad fer my prestige." "How's that, Job?" asked Sanderson, expectant of a story.
Before a jury of farmers and small merchants, such as I was likely to have, I had prejudiced my case at the very outset. I was completely and thoroughly convinced of this a little later when Whitredge came to see me. He was a lean man, leather-faced, and with an eye like that of a fish.
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