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"Coward!" he cried to Pinkey. "You don't dare get on him!" "Can you ride him 'slick, Pinkey?" asked Miss Spenceley. "I'll do it er bust somethin'." Pinkey's mouth had a funny quirk at the corners. "Maybe it'll take the kinks out of me from travellin'." He looked at Mr. Cone doubtfully: "I'm liable to rip up the sod in your front yard a little." "Go to it!" cried Mr.
"He swims too high he's playin' out there's so much mud he'll choke up quick. It'll soon be over now." Pinkey's face wore a queer, half-frightened grin. "Fifty yards more and " Wallie commenced to uncoil his saddle rope. "You goin' to drag him out?" Wallie made no answer but touched his horse and galloped until he was ahead of Canby and the drowning horse.
After breakfast, as they were leading their horses up the weed-grown path to the cabin to saddle them, Pinkey's eye rested on the flowing salt water stream. "Can you beat it!" he commented. "Good for nuthin' but a bathin' pool fer dudes " Wallie stopped in the path and looked at the friend of his bosom. "Pink," he said, solemnly, "why wouldn't this make a dude ranch?" Pinkey stared back at him.
Hicks than when they had started. The cook was busy over the camp-fire when Wallie determined to speak and have it over. "Don't let him tree you or run you into the river." Pinkey, who knew Wallie's purpose, warned him jocosely. "I'm glad it ain't me has the job of tellin' that hyena that he ain't as welcome as the President." Wallie could not share Pinkey's amusement.
You can't stop payment by telephone, because Pink is going to close-herd you right here until I ride to Prouty and get this cashed." Pinkey's jaw dropped. "By the long-horn toads of Texas! I wouldn't 'a' thought of that in a month!" As Wallie put his foot into the stirrup for the first time his face relaxed.
Pinkey sneered: "Mebbe I'd better git me a blue suit with brass buttons and stand around and open gates and unsaddle fer 'em." Wallie regarded his partner calmly. "Pinkey, you're jealous." "Jealous! Me jealous of an old Methuselah that don't know enough to make a mark in the road?" Unconsciously Pinkey's hand sought his eyebrows, as he laughed hollowly.
And as he looked, he forgot the stars in an intense desire to know the intimate details of her life the mechanical, monotonous habits that fill the day from morning till night, and yet are too trivial to tell. He asked some questions about Packard's factory where she worked, and Pinkey's tongue ran on wheels when she found a sympathetic listener.
"He's cut his wind-pipe and all he can do is gaggle!" cried Mr. Hicks, excitedly, and made a frenzied attack on the door that strained the lock to the utmost. If the noise he made was any criterion it was judged that Pinkey's head must be nearly severed from his body which made the resistance he displayed all the more remarkable.
Pinkey's arrival had cheered him wonderfully. Now when that person observed tentatively that $1,800 was "a good little stake," Wallie blithely offered to count it. "You got it with you?" Wallie nodded. "That's chancey," Pinkey commented. "They's people in the country would stick you up if they knowed you carried it."
Pinkey's forehead was furrowed like a corrugated roof with the mental effort as he figured in the dust with a pointed stick while Wallie's face wore a look of absorption as he watched the progress, although he was already as familiar with it as with his multiplication tables. "Ten head of dudes at $100 a month is a $1,000," said Pinkey. "And twelve months in the year times a $1,000 is $12,000.