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Now get some breakfast and stretch out in the shade of the chuck wagon. There's nothing to be done right away. Hop Loy, get 'em something to eat!" "Slure I glet bleckflast!" exclaimed the happy-faced Celestial. "Plenty hungly Mlister Dave?" he asked cheerfully. "Yes, plenty hungry," Dave assented. While he, Pocus Pete and Mr. Bellmore rested after the meal Mr.
A German horse merchant from the City pulled a putrid cat out of the river mud and held it over his head. He shrieked: 'Hic hocus pocus, parodying the 'Hoc corpus meum' of the Mass. The soldiers of the Duke of Norfolk were unable to reach him for the crowd. There were but ten of them, under a captain, set to guard the little postern in the side wall of the garden.
"A prairie fire!" cried Mr. Bellmore. "How are you going to fight it?" "There are only two ways," said Pocus Pete. "By plowing, or by firing a strip so wide that the main fire can't cross. We won't have time to plow. We've got to fight fire with fire. Come on, boys." "Oh, if we only had water!" murmured the engineer. "It wouldn't do us much good," said the ranchman.
Evidently there was a strong feeling of affection between the two. Dave looked to Mr. Carson for confirmation. "Very well," the ranch owner said, "you and Pete may go, Dave. But don't take any chances with the rustlers if you encounter them." "We're not likely to," said Pocus Pete, significantly. From the distant cook house came the appetizing odor of food and Dave sniffed the air eagerly.
"But perhaps matters are not so bad as they seem. He's just begun to build the fences, so Pocus Pete says. It may not be too late to stop him. We'll take a run out that way to-morrow and see what's going on. Meanwhile, consider yourself warned against Jason Molick, Mr. Bellmore." "I shall, and I thank you for telling me. I hope to do business with you, also, in this water matter."
"I hope he doesn't bolt and give me a chase," reflected the young cowboy. "I haven't much time," and he looked at the declining sun, and thought of Pocus Pete on guard at the corral, waiting for help to mend the broken fence. "It's all Len's fault, too the mean skunk!" said Dave. "If it hadn't been for him the cattle wouldn't have gotten loose.
"You'd better take it for awhile, and give yours a rest." "I will, said Pete, dismounting and leaping to the saddle of the other. It was a great relief for his own mount, whose shoulder was badly wrenched. "This is forcin' th' enemy to give us aid an' comfort," commented Pocus Pete, as he settled to the saddle, having put on his own in place of the one Len used, which did not fit the foreman.
To-day he had ridden out in the chuck wagon to witness the round-up. "Locating a good place to plant an irrigation scheme is child's play compared to this cattle business" went on Mr. Bellmore. "Still I suppose you get more or less used to it." "In a way, yes," said Pocus Pete, who rode up just then. "But there are always some things you never can count on.
"I don't know, but we'll soon find out," said Pocus Pete, grimly. "Come on, boys!" He spurred forward, followed by Dave and Mr. Bellmore. The person in the grass heard them, and, leaping to his saddle, leaving the little blaze to grow, he was off at a gallop. But Dave and his two friends chased on after him. "Looks like he was the very man we want," murmured Pocus Pete.
Molick did, but he was defeated, and then, as his son Len dared not return to the vicinity on account of the fire indictment, there came an unexpected turn to affairs. "I hear Molick wants to sell out," said Pocus Pete, coming to the Bar U ranch house a few days after the defeat of the bully's father. "And he'll sell out cheap, too." "Will he?" asked Mr. Bellmore.
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