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The chief's going to give you your big chance with me." Ronicky Doone grunted. "Don't do that," exclaimed the girl impatiently. "I know you think Pete is the top of the world, but that doesn't mean that you can make a good imitation of him. Don't do it, Harry. You'll pass by yourself. You don't need a make-up, and not Pete's on a bet."
At last, the great event was called Malden's mare against Pete's noted plunger. The Vaqueros cleared the way, a pistol shot in the distance announced they had started, a cloud of dust that they were coming. It was not a trot; it was a neck-and-neck run, such as Job had taken hundreds of times over the great pasture lot on Pine Tree Ranch. He was perfectly at home.
"Yes," I said, "of course," and the sense of unwillingness was forgotten in the desire to laugh at the look of horror in Pete's face as he stared appealingly from one to the other. "You won't mind, Cross?" said my uncle. "No, sir; I should like it," replied the man. "Light the lanthorn." "Shall we take our loads with us, uncle?" I said. "Certainly.
He pulled himself from under the young interloper's body and not a second too soon. Down the coulee, charging like a mad bull, came Pete's mother. Neewa was off like a shot just as she made a powerful swing at him. The blow missed, and the old bear turned excitedly to her bawling offspring. Miki, hanging joyously to his victim, was oblivious of his danger until Pete's mother was almost upon him.
What d'ye say to that?" cried Pete, coming behind with the whip in his hand. Kate looked around; she did not speak; her eyes began to fill. "Isn't it fit for a Dempster's lady?" said Pete, sweeping the whip-handle round the room like a showman. Kate could bear no more. She sank into a chair and burst into a fit of tears. Pete's glowing face dropped in an instant.
The English footman in the scarlet breeches had been peeping from under the stairs. That was Pete's first and last interview with his father. Peter Christian Ballawhaine was a terror in the Keys by this time, but he had trembled before his son like a whipped cur. Katherine Cregeen, Pete's champion at school, had been his companion at home as well. She was two years younger than Pete.
B' Gosh! at one hundred an' fifty dollars, to that young gent over there that looks like he could ride him. What's the name?" "Pete Annersley." Several in the crowd turned and gazed curiously at Pete. But Pete's eyes were upon Blue Smoke his horse the horse that had carried him faithfully so many desert miles a cow-pony that could "follow a mountain trail all day and finish, a-steppin' high."
It was only that he said he said as how young folks didn't need any one else around. So he was goin'." "Didn't need any one else!" exclaimed Bertram, plainly not comprehending. "Yes, sir. You two bein' married so, now." Pete's eyes were still averted. Billy gave a low cry. "You mean because I came?" she demanded. "Why, yes, Miss no that is " Pete stopped with an appealing glance at Bertram.
Had it been essential that Pete's escutcheon should bear the bar sinister, doubtless he would have explained its presence with the easy assertion that the dark diagonal represented the vague ancestry of the two sad-eyed calves couchant. Anybody could see that the calves were part longhorn and part Hereford!
"It's their weakness, I think, and their dependence." Now it was less that Billy tried to translate Pete's thought and more that he endeavored to follow his own. "It puts it up to a man so. And their beauty and purity and innocence and simplicity ." Billy seemed to be ransacking his vocabulary for abstract nouns. "And that sense you have," Pete broke in eagerly, "of molding a virgin mind.
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