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Then they's at least fifty acres I could run my brood mares on, pasture mixed up with trees and steep places and such. The other fifty's just thick woods, an' pretty places, an' wild game. An' that old adobe barn's all right. With a new roof it'd shelter any amount of animals in bad weather. Cook at me now, rentin' that measly pasture back of Ping's just to run my restin' animals.
I am terribly shy of snakes and and well, I don't know what else" she added lamely. Hi Lang chuckled under his breath. "Yes, that's our camp where you see the smoke. I just caught a glimpse of Ping. I reckon when we get closer we'll hear his voice." "We are almost there, girls," Grace called back to her companions. "That is Ping's smoke you see yonder."
"Aw, you ain't got imagination. I'll tell you. You know Thiercroft. I bought his big wagon from 'm for sixty dollars. I bought a wagon from the Kenwood blacksmith so-so, but it'll do for forty-five dollars. An' I bought Ping's wagon a peach for sixty-five dollars. I could a-got it for fifty if he hadn't seen I wanted it bad." "But the money?" Saxon questioned faintly.
No-cha put his foot on Ao Ping's head and struck it with his magic bracelet, whereupon he appeared in his true form of a dragon. "I am now going to pull out your sinews," he said, "in order to make a belt for my father to use to bind on his cuirass." No-cha was as good as his word, and Ao Ping's escort ran and informed Lung Wang of the fate of his son.
Even Ping's spirits rose, until he forgot his aching thumb and broke into song. The ground began to slope away under the hoofs of the horses, for they were now moving down a sharp descent, and the air seemed to take on a strange new quality, a new odor. No longer could the girls hear the rustling of foliage.
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