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If it wasn't for that there spur, I'd have sent Doc's ball plumb over Carrizy Mountain that last carrom. You watch me when onct I get the hang of this thing." "You can't get the hang of nothing," said McKinney. "A cow puncher ain't got no sense except to ride mean horses and eat canned tomatoes." "Maybe you don't like your pardner," said Curly.
"That's the report," answered the little woman, as though deliberating some important evidence; "and they say, too, that the plot of the runaway was quite ingenious. It seems the young lovers were assisted in their flight by some old fellow friend of the young man's Why, Mr. McKinney, you ARE ill, surely?" John's face was as ashen. "No no!" he gasped painfully: "Go on go on!
McKinney unbuckled the belts. The captives seated themselves a few feet apart on the ground. "This all the men you've got?" asked the Kid. The sheriff nodded. "You've killed Jim Harbin," he added, jerking a thumb toward the arroyo. "Why didn't he stay home, then?" said the Kid, peevishly. No one seemed disposed again to mention an unpleasant subject.
Lake Tahoe has upward of a hundred feeders, among which may be named Glenbrook, the Upper Truckee, Fallen Leaf Creek, Eagle Creek, Meek's Creek, General Creek, McKinney Creek, Madden Creek, Blackwood Creek, and Ward Creek, all of these being constant streams, pouring many thousands of inches of water daily into the Lake even at the lowest flow, and in the snow-melting and rainy seasons sending down their floods in great abundance.
"Maxwell did not want to talk very much. He knew the Kid was there, and knew his own danger. I was talking to him in Spanish, in a low tone of voice, as I say, when the Kid came over here, just as I have told you. He saw Poe and McKinney sitting right out there in the moonlight, but did not suspect anything. 'Quien es? 'Who is it? he asked, as he passed them.
Mac left us, and his mother asked if I would not have some tea. I refused the tea, giving as excuse that it was so close to the hour of the evening meal. "So, you knew my son at college?" said the mother. "I knew him well, Mrs. McKinney. He was my dearest friend." The old lady began to cry softly.
The bottom of the Lake may be seen at a considerable depth near McKinney's, and looks like a piece of mosaic work. The low conical peak, back of McKinney's is about 1400 feet above the Lake and used to be called by McKinney, Napoleon's Hat.
We'll have to continue this trial. We've got to have fair play." "That's right enough," assented McKinney, and the others nodded. "Then wait a while. You can't settle this thing until my client has had time to talk with me. I'll find out what he ought to tell." "All right for that, too," agreed Uncle Jim Brothers. "But about that railroad, we'll hold court right here.
"Elk!" snorted McKinney, as he arose and walked to the other edge of the snowbank. "Here's your elk tracks." McKinney, foreman on Carrizoso, was an old range-rider, and he was right. Here was the track, plunging through the snow, and here was a deep hole where an elk, or something, had digged hurriedly, deeply, and, as it proved, effectively. "Elk!" said McKinney again, savagely.
It's the unconscious dropping back into the old ways of his father, and his father's father, and his father's father's father. In brief, he sits there the poor lorn symbol of the long oppression of his race." JOHN B. McKINNEY, Attorney and Counselor at Law, as his sign read, was, for many reasons, a fortunate man. For many other reasons he was not.
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