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Some one fired his big revolver in the air, and in another moment there was an echo of many shots, the sharp crack of the forty-fives mingling with the thunder of hoofs, the yells, and the clatter of stirrup leathers. "The boys coming back, Pete?" asked an elderly man, who came to the door of the main living room of the principal ranch house. "Yes, Mr.
The stove had been disturbed on its legs, and now leaned idiotically to one side. A pail had been upset and water spread in all directions. The door opened and Pete appeared. He shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, Gawd," he observed. He walked over to Maggie and whispered in her ear. "Ah, what deh hell, Mag? Come ahn and we'll have a hell of a time."
Don't you see?" "Oh, yes, dear I see now," said grandpa, very slowly. "I wasn't counting Surely." Just then came a chuckle from the doorway. Missy hadn't seen Pete enter, else she would have been less free in revealing her real thoughts. What had he overheard? Still laughing, Pete advanced into the room. "So there's a fairy named 'Surely, is there? What's the colour of her eyes, Missy?"
Carson and Pocus Pete, both of whom looked at him rather eagerly and anxiously. "Well, son," began the ranch owner, "how did you make out?" "Pretty fair, Dad," was the answer. "There were more cattle than you led us to expect, and there were more strays than we calculated on. In fact we didn't get near all of them." "Is that so, Dave?" asked Pocus Pete, quickly.
"All right," said the boy. "I guess, what with Pete and all, Bill will have Christmas enough." "Who is Pete?" "Bill's dog. He's had him three weeks now the best little pup you ever saw!" A dog which Bill had had three weeks and in a neighbourhood not a quarter of a mile from the avenue. It was three weeks since Skiddles had disappeared.
"Your son has made his position very clear. We shall see now how bravely the noble Captain will hold his ground. As for you, well always the old father can pray to his God for his son. It is so, heh?" Quickly the man passed through the white gate and disappeared down the street toward the Flats. "I am afraid that fellow means trouble, son," said Pete, slowly.
The Mexican boys forgot the recent unpleasantness in watching him pack. They realized that he knew his business. But Pete was not through with them yet. When he had the burros in shape to travel he picked up the stick with which he hazed them and faced the group. What he said to them was enough with some to spare for future cogitation.
It was Chuff who ordered him to get the papers. Pete had some grudge of his own against Mr. Heron, so he made a good catspaw. When Pete was killed, Chuff had to find someone else to do the job. I don't know John Heron, and never saw him in my life, so I " "There you're mistaken," O'Reilly broke in.
"But, Billy," she contested, wearily, "can't you understand that it wasn't YOUR place to interfere you, a young girl?" "I'm sure I don't see what difference that makes. I was the only one that could do it! Besides, afterward, I did try to get some one else, Uncle William and Mr. Cyril. But when I found I couldn't get them, I just had to do it alone that is, with Pete." "Pete!" scoffed Mrs.
I have heard him say a hundred times that he would never have lived to be 'Sir' George if it hadn't been for French Pete." "Yes, they call my father French Pete because, although he is nearly all Indian, he speaks French so well," announced Shag.
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