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He hung the water-bottle in its place on the peg. "Red's trying to sober him up," Gilbert said. They had had enough of the cook, Pell decided within himself. Dinner was inevitably late, and that was all there was about it. So he changed the subject abruptly. "This ranch belongs to you, doesn't it?" he put the question direct to Jones. "What's that?"
At a dingy, fly-infested place called "Red's Quick Lunch" whither Johnny, mindful of his low finances, piloted him, Bland ordered largely and complained because his "T bone" was too rare, and afterwards because it was tough. Johnny dined on "coffee and sinkers" so that he could afford Bland's steak and "French fried" and hot biscuits and pie and two cups of coffee.
I was merely imagining something." "Red's square," asserted the boy. "Sheriff Tenlow is a splendid shot," murmured Louise, with apparent irrelevance. They had crossed the meadow. Ahead of the sheriff walked Overland, his slouch gone, his head carried high. Collie noted this unusual alertness of poise and wondered. "Don't try the brush," cautioned Tenlow, also aware of Overland's alertness.
"If I have got only one relation, she's a dandy so pretty and quiet and nice. She's a marker for all I've got, is Mattie." The cat came up, purring and "making bread." He sniffed feline fashion at Red's face. "Foo! Shoo! Go 'way, pussy! Settle yourself down and we'll pound our ear for another forty miles. I like you first rate when you don't walk on my face." He stretched and yawned enormously.
She laughed, and ran up the tiny stone stairs that led to her room. "Boo, yourself!" called out Uncle Henry, determined to have the last word, as Lucia disappeared. Then he turned querulously on his nephew, as soon as he was certain she was out of hearing. "Why did you ever invite 'em to stay here in the first place?" he wanted to know. The sound of "Red's" harmonica was heard outside.
"Give you six hops in the neck!" yelled Red, missing and almost sitting down because of the enthusiasm he had put into his effort. Johnny side-stepped and ducked, and as he straightened up to ask for whys and wherefores, Red's eyes opened wide and he paused in his further intentions to stare at the apparition. "Sick?" queried Hopalong, who was frightened.
He had unconsciously sworn it aloud and the men gathered around the bed of their stricken comrade knew that supreme sentence had been passed. They made no comment, but as Douglass, rolling up his sleeves, bent to the clumsy but efficient surgery that was to save Red's life, one of them nudged his neighbor and said inconsequentially, "Red weighs good two hunnerd!"
Do you get me, Buzz?" "Sure. I felt it, too." He put both his hands on Red's shoulders, holding him off at arm's length. "You want back under the old Stars and Stripes, don't you? ... you little shrimp!" "Yes," slowly, "and yet " "I know how you feel. I'm with you, fellow, when you get ready to make the change." McGee's eyes lighted with surprise and joy. "Really, Buzz?" "Surest thing you know!"
Overland Red's presence brought back poignantly the long, lazy days of loafing and the wide, starry nights of wayside fire, tobacco, and talk. There was a charm in the free life of the road that long gray road that never ended never ended in the quiet shade of a mountain ranch or in the rose-bordered pathway to a valley cottage.
"Red's the squarest pal on earth. Red tried to save the guy out there on the desert. Gave him all the water we had, pretty near. He dassent to give him all, for because he was afraid it would kill him. The guy fell and hit his head on the rail. Red said he was dyin' on his feet, anyway. Then Red lugged me clean to that tank where you seen us from the train. I was all in. I guess Red saved my life.
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