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Updated: April 30, 2025
So the Possum and Li'l' Hannibal went along together, the Possum loping along by the side of the road and Li'l' Hannibal going very slowly in the middle of the road, for his shoes were full of sand and it hurt his toes. They went on and on until they came, all at once, to a sort of open space in the woods and then they stopped.
By this time the leading horseman had wholly outdistanced them, and his pony was now loping along easily, while the second Indian appeared to be riding directly toward them, at right angles to the direction in which they were traveling.
But her willow plume was purple this time. A purple willow plume would make Mario Doro look sophisticated. The man was sandy-haired, raw-boned, with a loping gait, very blue eyes, very white teeth, and an objectionably apparent Adam's apple. He came from the north, and she from the south.
"Say, wouldn't it be a treat for Wasserman Avenue to see me go loping off like that!" "This is the first little visit we've ever had together all by ourselves, ain't it, Miss Renie? Seems like, to a bashful fellow like me, you was always slipping away from me." "The flowers and the candies you kept sending me were grand, Mr. Hochenheimer and the letter to-day." "You read the letter, Miss Renie?"
I seen him on the trail, cut to the left and took the short way. He ought to be loping in almost any minute." Terry saw the others looking straight at Pollard; the leader was thoughtful for a moment. "Is he coming with a gang, Sandy?" "Nope alone." "He was always a nervy cuss. Someday " He left the sentence unfinished. Denver had risen noiselessly.
But again the big herd of ponies from some unseen cause was in rapid motion, loping away southwestward.
He started again for Patches, but halted and looked back at her. "You won't be scared again?" "No," she said. And then: "But you'll hurry, won't you?" "I reckon." He was in the saddle quickly, loping Patches to the crest of a hill near by in hopes of getting a view of the recreant pony.
"Who are you, brothers friends?" he called, in the Sioux tongue, and a faint voice answered from the darkness, a pony came loping dimly into view, almost running over him, and in another minute an Indian girl, trembling with fear and exhaustion, had toppled from the saddle and clasped the old trader's hand. "Good God! Lizette," he cried, "you again?
All were too anxious to lose a minute, and they started after their friends on a rapid walk, Nick taking the lead, and now and then dropping into a loping trot, which he would have increased had he been alone. A chill seemed to settle over all as they reached the deep shadow of the woods, which was one of the largest tracts of forest in that section of the country.
His rider, Eleanor Loring, about to dismount, spoke to him sharply. Still he continued to pivot uneasily. "Morning, Fernando! Challenge is fussy this morning. I'll be right back!" And she disciplined Challenge with bit and spur, wheeling him and loping him away from the camp. Down the trail she checked him and brought him around on his hind feet. Back they came, with a rush.
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