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"He seems to have mo' men than yo'," murmured Kid Wolf. "Yuh don't know the half of it. A dozen more of his hired gunmen rode south on the Chisholm Trail this mornin'." "What does that signify?" "Plenty," McCay explained. "Six o' my men are drivin' fifteen hundred steers up this way. Quite a haul, yuh see, for Hardy. They're due here tonight.
Little acts of kindness on Archie's part, here a cigar, there a lunch, at another time seats for the theatre, began to rise to the surface of his memory like rainbow-coloured bubbles. He wavered. 'Yes, but what about the rest of the men? he said. 'There will be a dozen or more in for the medal. 'We can square them, said McCay confidently.
The first ran: 'Good luck. Hope you win. McCay. The second also ran: 'Good luck. Hope you win. McCay. So, singularly enough, did the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh. 'Great Scott! said Sigsbee. 'He seems to have been pretty anxious not to run any risk of missing you, Gossett. As he spoke, Archibald, close beside him, was looking at his watch. The hands stood at a quarter to two.
By the way, her family have taken a cottage at Cape Pleasant for the summer. Some distance from the links. Yes, very convenient, isn't it? Good-bye. He hung up the receiver and resumed his task of gathering up the fragments. Now McCay happened to be of a romantic and sentimental nature.
Then Gossett had come, full of strange rules, and created about the same stir in the community which a hawk would create in a gathering of middle-aged doves. 'You can't square Gossett, said Sigsbee. McCay looked unhappy. 'I forgot him, he said. 'Of course, nothing will stop him trying to win. I wish we could think of something. I would almost as soon see him lose as Archie win.
"Guess I was right," he murmured, "when I said it was on the books fo' Hahdy to die by the rope!" Cattle were approaching Midway on the Chisholm Trail hundreds of them, bawling, milling, and pounding dust clouds into the air with their sharp hoofs. The Texan, watching the dark-red mass of them, smiled. McCay cattle, those! And there was a woman in Dodge City who was cared for now Tip's mother.
"Hardy is nothin' more or less than a cattle rustler a dealer in stolen herds on a large scale. He's swore to get me, at the time when it'll do him the most good. In other words, at the time when he can get the most loot. "So far," McCay went on, "there's been no bloodshed. To-day it seems he's had Hodgson murdered. Looks as if things are about ripe for war!"
An early tea, and singing, and music after, completed our evening, and then we were shown to our room. Mrs. McCay has only room for us two, so it is fortunate that mother would not come. She says she wants us to spend a few days with her, to see if we like it, or if we will be willing to be separated from mother.
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