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Shan Rhue was not one to be trusted, especially after he had met defeat. After staring for a moment he spoke. "I reckon yer beat me fair, young feller," he said, "although I don't know yet how yer did it. But I want ter say ter yer now that this ain't the end, by no means." "That's all right," said Ted easily. "You keep out of my way, and you will be all right."
It took but a moment for the bully to cross the distance that lay between him and Ted. His rush was like that of a bull, and as irresistible. But Ted did not propose to take the brunt of it. He knew several tricks better than that. As Rhue was about to launch himself upon Ted, the latter stepped lightly aside.
At that moment the rope swung down in front of his face, and, hastily putting his revolver into his pocket, Ted grasped it and went sailing up into the air hand over hand, assisted by Bud and Carl, who were pulling on the rope for all they were worth. As Ted went up into the air, Shan Rhue shouted a command, and the white men in the Hole in the Wall ran to him.
Then a remarkable thing happened: Every man of them produced a red blanket. They dashed among the cattle waving the blankets in the faces of the now terrified cattle. "Look out for trouble," shouted Ted, for he saw at once the intention of Shan Rhue. It was to stampede the herd.
"I don't want none o' yer tips," growled Shan Rhue. "Ye've beaten me, an' I hate yer. Look out fer me next time, that's all." "Yes, that's all. Skidoo! You're not pretty to look at." Ted turned his back upon the defeated bully, but Stella did not, and had Shan Rhue made a motion toward his gun there would have been one with a pearl handle and trimmed with silver in commission in an instant.
"But you and your friends searched the town from one end to the other, and you did not find her." "True, but for all that I am satisfied that you know where she is. Suppose we call it off, and that you tell me where she is." "If I knew, I would not tell you," said Shan Rhue, his voice intense with hatred. "What do you mean?
It was evident that he had never had before a struggle like this. Little by little he recovered, but Ted's recovery was quicker than that of the man. His youth and strength were responsible for this. But finally Shan Rhue was himself again, and suddenly he leaped to his feet and glared around. His eyes fell upon Ted, and he looked him up and down in a sort of amazement.
"I tell you I'll never stand for it." The voice of big Ben Tremont could be heard roaring above the noise made by the crowd around the judges' stand. "It's a go. The race goes to Magpie on a foul." The big man in the stand made this announcement in a voice of thunder. "Bully for you, Shan Rhue!" yelled the gamblers, crowding to the stand in a body.
Ted knew that it meant fight now. He was convinced that Ben was in the right, but right or wrong, Ben had started it, and it was now up to the broncho boys to see that their side did not get the worst of it. Realizing that Ted was an enemy, Shan Rhue made a rush at him. Those beside Ted turned and ran. But Ted did not move. He only stood a little tenser.
Then, when it was least expected, there was a crash of breaking wood. A yell went up from the crowd as it surged back, and the gigantic body of Shan Rhue came hurtling through the railing, which went into splinters from the impact of his bulk. Shan Rhue grasped at the air, as with a roar he went over. He turned a complete somersault as he descended and landed on his shoulders.
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