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Perris, I think you could be the man for the place. What do you say to trying?" He paused, diffidently, and she knew that in the pause he was hunting for polite terms of refusal. "I'll tell you how it is. You're mighty kind to make the offer. You haven't seen much of me and that little bit has been pretty rough." He laughed away his embarrassment. "So I appreciate your confidence a lot.
But Lew Hervey had suddenly lost his voice. He could only wave his adieu. Never had Red Perris passed a night of such pleasant dreams.
Why, you'd be throwing yourself away. You'd break Oliver Jordan's heart. That's what you'd do!" Her brain was whirling. She grasped at the first thought that came to her. "Then wait till he comes back before you touch Jim Perris." "And let Perris raise the devil in the meantime?" He laughed in her face. "At least," she cried, her voice shrill with anger and fear, "let me know where he is.
And Alcatraz knew, none so well! The deep exclamation of dismay from the rider was sweetest music to his malicious ears, and, in sheer joy of action, he rushed down the hollow at full speed, bucking "straight" and with never a trick attempted, but when the first ecstasy cleared from his brain he found that Perris was still with him, riding light as a creature of mist rather than a solid mass of bone and muscle in place of jerking and straining and wrenching, in place of plying the quirt or clinging with the tearing spurs, he was riding "straight up" and obeying every rule of that unwritten code which prescribes the manner in which a gentleman cowpuncher shall combat with his horse for superiority.
I won't take a great deal of your time. Ten minutes will do. Won't you sit down, Mr. Perris?" She took his tattered hat and pointed out a seat to him, noting, as she herself sat down, that he was as erect in his chair as he had been standing.
Then the quirt flashed above him and cut Rickety's flank; the crowd winced and gasped. He was not only riding straight up but he was putting the quirt to Rickety to Rickety! The piebald seemed to feel the sting of the insult more than the lash. He bolted across the field to gain impetus for some new and more terrible feat but as he ran a yell from Perris thrilled across the crowd.
Some horses had it, creatures with high heads, and always he had made it a point to take that proud gleam out. "A hoss is made for work, not foolishness," he used to say. Here it was, looking out at him from the eyes of his victim. He hated it, he feared and envied it, and from the very bottom of his heart he yearned to destroy it before he destroyed Perris.
But after all, every good woman has a tremendous desire to make men happy, and handsome Jim Perris with his straight, steady eyes and his free laughter was such a pleasant fellow to work with that Marianne quite forgot moderation.
It came vaguely into the brutes' mind that there was something to be more dreaded than either bit, spur, or whip, and that was the controlling mind which spoke behind the voice of Perris, which was telegraphed again and again down the taut reins. That fear as much as the labor drained his vigor. His knees buckled now. He could no longer sunfish.
He capped his hands about his lips and the hunter screamed encouragement to the hunted, yelled advice, shrieked his warnings when treetrunks hurtled from behind. It seemed to Red Perris that Alcatraz was not a brute beast but a soul about to perish. So much do brave men love courage!
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