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The old-timer knew West's vanity and his weakness for women. From Tom Morse he had heard of his offer to McRae for the girl. Now he had no doubt what the man intended. But what of her? What of the girl he had seen at her father's camp, the heart's desire of the rugged old Scotchman?
And, as other sounds reached his ears, he had to grip his hands hard while he fought for control of the laughter that was almost hysterical. For, beneath him, he felt the sluggish lift of the ship, and, from every joint and plate of this old-timer of the air, came squawking protests against the cruel fates that drove her forth again to face the buffeting, racking gales.
"Don't hurry away, old-timer! I want to talk to you." Scott stood rigidly, a forefinger in a buttonhole. "Don't get funny, Doug. This ain't a sheep-herder's war." "No, it's more serious than that," agreed Douglas. "You don't get the idea, Scott. You can't run the preacher out of the Valley, because I shall keep bringing him back. You can't burn down my chapel, because I shall keep building it up.
"Charleton," he demanded suddenly, "do you want the kid to grow up to be just like you?" Charleton looked at Douglas in astonishment. "Like me? Listen, Doug, old-timer, I'm going to spend the rest of my life licking out of him anything I see in him like me!" Douglas gave up in despair and went out to finish the chores. It was a disjointed day, of course.
"And you'll get rid of the ranch, too. You'll sell it to the Flying U cheap." "But my partner Whittaker might object " "Look here, old-timer. You'll fix that part up; you'll find a way of fixing it. Look here at what you're up against." He waited, with pointing finger, for one terrible minute. "Will you sell to the Flying U?" "Y-yes!" The word was really a gulp.
Couldn't they see he was riding the hoss as hard as he knew how? I don't say it was exackly honest, but " "Oho!" interrupted the Bald-faced Kid, "now I know why you had a front runner in that race! Between friends, old-timer, what was it Mose hollered at Elisha when he came alongside?"
That's why I'm gassin' so much now, I reckon." "Old-timer," chuckled the Kid, "you're a wonder, and I'm proud to have a kid named for you! Just one question more, and I'm through. You won the stake, and that amounts to quite a mess of money, but did you bet enough to pay the freight on the string?"
In the meantime, Pablo was saddling a splendid, big dappled-gray gelding. "One of the best roping-horses in California, and very fast for half a mile. He's half thoroughbred," Farrel explained. "He was my father's mount." He caressed the gray's head. "Do you miss him, Bob, old-timer?" he queried. Kay observed her companion's saddle.
"Hell-Bent Wade, as I'm a born sinner!" shouted the sheriff, and his hand leaped out to grasp Wade's and grip it and wring it. His face worked. "My Gawd! I'm glad to see you, old-timer! Wal, you haven't changed at all!... Ten years! How time flies! An' it's shore you?" "Same, Jim, an' powerful glad to meet you," replied Wade.
And where's that nigger? I want him too. Murphy, I'll see you later.... Don't go away, Mr. Curry. I need you." "That's what I call getting hunk with a vengeance, old-timer." Thus the Bald-faced Kid, at the door of Old Man Curry's tack-room. "You cleaned up right, didn't you? Weaver's ruled off for life, and his horses with him he can't even sell 'em to another stable. Murphy's lost his license.
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