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"No, Don Miguel, he has not." "Has Señorita Parker ridden Panchito over to Señor Conway's camp at Agua Caliente basin?" "Yes, Don Miguel. I rode behind her, in case of accident." "What day was that?" Pablo considered. "The day after you were shot, Don Miguel." "Did you see Señorita Parker give Señor Conway a writing?" "I did, truly.
"I'll have that dusky imp for an exercise boy," he announced. "He's built like an aeroplane all superstructure and no solids." For a month the training of Panchito went on each morning. Pablo's grandson, under Danny Leighton's tuition, proved an excellent exercise boy.
"That fellow Farrel has spoiled everything," he complained furiously. "He's entered Panchito in the Thanksgiving Handicap at a mile and a sixteenth, for a ten thousand dollar purse. There he is!" Parker read the list and sighed. "Well, Panchito is his horse, Danny. He has a right to enter him if he pleases hello! Katie! Kay! Here's news for you. Listen!"
If Don Miguel catch thees coyote on the Rancho Palomar, hee's cut off hees tail like that" and Pablo snapped his tobacco-stained fingers. "Queeck! Hee's got for do something for make the vamose. The Señorita Parker, she rides Panchito and holds the gray horse for Don Miguel, who has gone for get the dogs.
You use an English saddle, I dare say, and ride with a short stirrup?" Panchito dutifully followed like a dog at heel to the tack-room, where Farrel saddled him and carefully fitted the bridle with the snaffle-bit. Following a commanding slap on the fore leg, the intelligent animal knelt for Kay to mount him, after which, Farrel adjusted the stirrup leathers for her.
No, sir, not if Panchito had been entered against a field of mules. Adios, señores!" "In the poetical language of your wily Latin ancestors," John Parker yelled after him, "Adios! Go with God!" He turned to his amazed associates. "How would you old penny-pinchers and porch-climbers like to have a broth of a boy like that fellow for a son-in-law?" he demanded. "Alas!
Panchito was galloping easily, steadily, now, at a trained gait, like a circus horse, so Farrel sat sideways on him and discarded his boots, after which he stood erect on the smooth, glossy back and rode him, first on one foot, then on the other. Next he sat down on the animal again and clapped his hands. "Panchito, my boots!" he ordered. But Panchito only pinned his ears and shook his head.
The first night I was up at the colonel's house they introduced me to a bedroom. No blankets on the floor a real room, with a bed and things in it. And before I was asleep, in comes this artificial mother of mine and tucks in the covers. 'Panchito, she says, 'my little lost one, God has brought you back to me. I bless His name forever. It was that, or some truck like that, she said.
Watch for Sancho Panza, Junior. He rides barefooted in a two-piece uniform, to wit, one "nigger" shirt and a pair of blue bib overalls, and he carries a willow switch. Viva Panchito. Viva Don Quixote. Ditto Sancho Panza, Junior. John Parker finished reading and his glance sought Leighton's. "Danny," he informed the trainer in a low voice, "here is what I call a dirty, low, Irish trick.
Straight at the big gray he drove, "hazing" him off the road and stopping him abruptly. At the same time, he leaped from Panchito full on top of Loustalot, and bore the latter crashing to the ground. The chase was over.
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