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"It sure is, old boy," assented Weary cheerfully, and tied the pinto's bridle-reins into a hard knot at the end. With the reins in his hand he mounted Glory. "Your pinto'll lead, won't he?" he asked Rusty then. It was like Weary to take a thing for granted first, and ask questions about it afterward. "Maybe he will he never did, so far," grinned Rusty.
The man from San Francisco solemnly assured the guide in the morning, when he got back to camp, that when Pinto sat up he actually looked down on that platform and could have walked over to the tree and picked him off like a ripe persimmon, and he thanked heaven devoutly that it did not come into Pinto's head that that would be a good thing to do.
These latter were leaving welts and gashes along the pinto's heaving sides. "You cruel fellow!" shrieked Frances. "Get off my pony at once!" "Say! she's trying to buck, Miss Frances," one of the men warned her. "She'll be sp'il't if he lets her beat him now. You won't never be able to ride her, once let her git the upper hand."
"Have you a good house?" The youth shook his head. "We're not having the houses we had when Miss White was here," he said. "What's become of her, miss?" "I don't know," said Lollie shortly. She had to pass to the back of Pinto's box to reach the little staircase which led to the box above. She thought she heard voices, and stopping at the door, listened. Perhaps Crewe had come down or the colonel.
He had never heard or read of such tenacity of life in any animal. But there are precedents, even if George never heard of them. The vitality of the California Grizzly is astonishing, as many a man has sorrowful reason to know, and the tenacity of the Old Pinto's hold on life was remarkable, even among Grizzlies. This Pinto was a famous bear.
Colonel Boundary had sat in his favourite chair and listened without comment to Pinto's halting explanation. "Oh, they went out of the window and down a ladder, did they?" said the colonel sarcastically when the Portuguese had finished, "and you had a fit on the mat, I suppose? Well, that's a hell of a fine story! And what did you do? You who were plastered all over with guns? Couldn't you shoot?"
Men who had lived in the mountains and knew the old Pinto's infirmity of temper were wary about invading his domains, and not a vaquero could be induced to go afoot among the manzanita thickets of the limestone ridge.
He fixed the receiver to his ears and waited, and presently he heard distinctly the sound of Pinto closing the door of the room upstairs. Then he spoke through the receiver. "Do you hear me, Pinto?" "I hear you distinctly," said Pinto's voice. "Speak a little lower. Carry on a conversation with yourself and let me try to hear you." Pinto obeyed.
"Mr. King has always spoken of your friend as one of the least dangerous of the gang. When are you leaving?" "To-night." "To-night? But how?" "That's a secret." "But it is a secret I won't reveal," smiled Maisie. "By aeroplane," said Lollie after a moment's hesitation, and told the story of Pinto's preparation.
The colonel left Scotland Yard with a sense that he had spent the morning not unprofitably. It was his way to beard the lion in his den, and after all, the police department was no more formidable than any other public department. He spent the morning quietly in Pinto's flat, making certain preparations.
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