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At best it was like looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. Chance only could serve them. Suddenly McHale checked his horse. "Listen!" he said sharply. They were riding by the base of a low hill. At one side the ground sloped away in a shallow depression which marked the head of a coulée.
"I'll just bother you to make good that bluff of yours about firin' me out of here. Why, you durn, low-flung " "Quit it!" Casey interrupted. "Stay where you are, Farwell, I'm not going to have a scrap. Tom, you come with me." "Oh, well, just as you say, Casey," grumbled McHale. "I ain't hostile, special. Only I don't want him to run no blazers on me. He "
"I meant a little later than that. This here McHale was with William the Conqueror at the Battle of the Boyne " Mr. Quilty spat at the mention of this historic event. "Bad scran till him, then!" he exclaimed. "Yez do be a high-grade liar, and ign'rant as well.
"I ain't fool enough to go up that bank while they're there. And by the time we'd get around they'd be a couple of miles 'most anywheres." "We've got ourselves to blame," said Casey. "Well, that first shot burned up this cayuse of mine," McHale grumbled. "How could I shoot, with him jumpin' around?
"We wanted to interview McHale." "Is that so? Well, Tom isn't here to-night Mr. Dade. By the way, unless you really like it you needn't wear that transformation scheme across your face. Same remark applies to the other gentlemen. I like to know my visitors." Dade laughed, removing the handkerchief. "Take a good look. You may see me again." "Any time you like, Mr. Dade.
And then it must have been after ten o'clock when one of our men told me of the shooting. He had heard it from somebody on the road. He said that Cross' friends were talking of lynching McHale, and perhaps you. I didn't believe it at first, but after a while I got nervous. Everybody was asleep, and anyway there was nobody I could ask to go; so I came myself."
What on earth are you doing here?" "Same thing as yourself. This old Siwash missed you somehow. He found McHale and young McCrae, and, on the way out, he ran into Dade, Lewis, and the rest six in all. When he got to the ranch you were gone, and nobody could tell him where. He came over to Talapus to tell them he'd seen Sandy. That's where I ran into him.
Then we'll have a talk." Thus admonished, Sandy led the way to his lean-to, rekindled the fire, helped picket McHale's horses, and set the coffee-pot to boil. They drank coffee and smoked, going into details of their experiences of the preceding day. McHale was amazed to hear of Sandy's arrest by Glass, whom he had held in contempt.
Sandy fired again as the lever clashed back into place. The man fell forward. "Got him!" cried Sandy exultantly. "Centred him twice, Tom!" "I reckon you did. That's one out of it." He fired again without result. Sandy shot three times rapidly, and swore at the light. "You're overshootin'," said McHale. "You can't draw the foresight fine enough in this light. Hold lower."
"Take some yourself," Sandy responded. "Are they after you, too?" McHale shook his head sadly. "Sonny," said he, "you're too young to be havin' them cute little visions of things bein' after you. I reckon maybe we're pullin' two ways on one rope. Also, we ain't gettin' no drier standin' here chewin' about it. Maybe you got a camp somewheres. S'pose you find the latchstring.
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