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However familiar his type was to Anderson, it was strange to Neuman. The cowboy breathed a potential force. The least significant thing about his appearance was that swinging gun. He seemed cool and easy, with hard, keen eyes. Neuman's face took a shade off color. "But I'm going to harvest to-day," he said. "I'm late. I've a hundred hands coming." "Nope. You haven't none comin'," asserted Jake.
He gave it while he gazed around at his grim-faced old father and the burly Neuman, and his ears throbbed to the beat of his blood. His hand trembled on the table. His thoughts flashed almost too swiftly for comprehension. It took a stern effort to gain self-control. Evil of some nature was afoot. Neuman's presence there was a strange, disturbing fact.
In addition, we collected two more specimens of the Neuman's hartebeeste, and two Chanler's reed buck. But Mavrouki's glowing predictions as to roan were hardly borne out by facts. According to him the mountains simply swarmed with them he had seen thirty-five in one day, etc. Of course we had discounted this, but some old tracks had to a certain extent borne out his statement.
Cars and vehicles lined the roadside. Men were passing in and out. Neuman's home was unpretentious, but his barns and granaries and stock-houses were built on a large scale. "Bill, are you goin' in with me after this pard of the Kaiser's?" inquired Jake, leisurely stretching himself as the car halted. He opened the door and stiffly got out. "Gimme a hoss any day fer gittin' places!"
"Well, you're a liar!" retorted Dorn. "I saw you with Glidden and my father. I followed you at Wheatly out along the railroad tracks. I slipped up and heard the plot. It was I who snatched the money from my father." Neuman's nerve was gone, but with his stupid and stubborn process of thought he still denied, stuttering incoherently. "Glidden has been hanged," went on Dorn.
Every vile name that had ever been used by cowboy, outlaw, gambler, leaped to Anderson's stinging tongue. All the keen, hard epithets common to the modern day he flung into Neuman's face. And he ended with a profanity that was as individual in character as its delivery was intense. "I'm callin' you for my own relief," he concluded, "an' not that I expect to get under your hide." Then he paused.
A dusty motor-car climbed the long road leading up to the Neuman ranch. It was not far from Wade, a small hamlet of the wheat-growing section, and the slopes of the hills, bare and yellow with waving grain, bore some semblance to the Bend country. Four men a driver and three cowboys were in the automobile. A big stone gate marked the entrance to Neuman's ranch.
In the thirty or forty square miles of our valley were many herds of varied game. We here for the first time found Neuman's hartebeeste. The type at Narossara, and even in Lengetto, was the common Coke's hartebeeste, so that between these closely allied species there interposes at this point only the barriers of a climb and a forest. These animals and the zebra were the most plentiful of the game.
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