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Wilson's boys done their wreck'n along by Hurricane, and stored their stuff in the cave. They carried on the Last Night-Cap game when they could get hold of a good customer." "What's that?" asked Sheldrake. Cacosotte grinned and winked at Pierce. "Your pard's too green to plug, cap." "Don't you Pittsburgers drink a las' snort before goin' to bed? Well, can't you see the pint?
One day he started back at seeing a strangely familiar face present itself at the pay window. "Oh, yer needn't be scart, Job, because yer old pard's got a job in the Yellow Jacket as well as yer." It was Dan's voice. "Must be mighty nice in there handin' out the boodle to us poor, hard-worked laborers; mighty easy to tuck a little of it in yer pocket now and then."
"If you'll come down to the stable with me," she drawled, while they were staring their astonishment at her unexpected appearance before them, "I'll show you how to saddle up. Pard's awfully patient about being fussed with; you can practice on him. He's mean about taking the bit, though, unless you know just how to take hold of him. Come on."
He led her back to where Pard stood, and told her to get on. Without asking him why, Jean obeyed him, with a shudder when her wide eyes strayed fascinated to the open door and to what lay just within. Lite went up and pulled the door shut, and then, walking beside her with an arm over Pard's neck, he led the way down to the stable, and mounted Ranger.
"I'll tell you what to do: Lay the blanket on straight, it's shaped to Pard's back, so that ought to be easy, with the front edge coming forward to his withers; that's not right. Maybe I had better do it first, and show you. Then you'll get the idea." So Jean, with the best intention in the world, saddled Pard, and wondered what there was about so simple a process that need puzzle any one.
Crickets that hushed while she passed them by; the faint hissing of a half-wakened breeze that straightway slept upon the grasses it had stirred; the sleepy protest of some bird which Pard's footsteps had startled. She came into Lazy A coulee, half fancying that it was a real home-coming.
"Well, listen. You'll see it in a minute. You go back home after your pard's dead. You have a close squeak yourself, see? And the thing works on your mind. Cutting out the frills, you see things. You see a herd drifting before a storm, maybe, a blizzard like yesterday, with your pal riding point. You try to come up with it no herd there. You come to yourself and go back home.
Having discovered this, Seldon then crept cautiously back, picked up his rifle and game, and started off at a double-quick for his own camp, anxious to relieve his pard's anxiety regarding him, and to tell him all that he had discovered. A man of great endurance, he made a rapid run to his home, and did not feel it in the least.
Hurra! hurra! boys; let's string him up ter ther nearest sapling!" "Hal ha!" laughed Harris, coolly, "hear the coward squeal for his pard's assistance. Dassen't stand on his own leather fer fear of gettin' salted fer all he's worth."
Some had faces resembling that of the jackal, some whose faces resembled the pard's, some like the ape's, some like the bull's. Some of them had faces like the owl's; some like the hawk's; some had faces like those of deer of diverse varieties. The great god was also surrounded by Kinnaras and Yakshas and Gandharvas and Rakshasas and diverse other created beings.
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