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"I'm ridin'," and Pete swung to his horse. Blue Smoke pitched across the clearing under the spur and rein that finally turned him toward the south. Pete's sombrero flew off as he headed for the timber. Andy, reining 'round his horse, that fretted to follow, swung down and caught up Pete's hat on the run. Pete had pulled up near the edge of the timber.
"Livin' under the ground, like a rabbit in a burrow with every chance of 'avin' 'is 'ead blowed off if 'e looks up over the edge. I've 'ad enough o' dug-outs an' observin' from the trenches, an' Coal-Box dodgin' to last me a bit, an' it's a pleasant change to be ridin' a decent 'orse on a most indecent apology for a road, an' not a Jack Johnson in sight, even if they are in 'earing."
It appeared to be an indication of his intense preoccupation of mind that he seemed unaware of Lucy's long trips down into the sage. But Bostil had observed them long before Holley and other riders had approached him with the information. "Let her alone," he growled to his men. "I gave her orders to train the King. An' after Van got well mebbe Lucy just had a habit of ridin' down there.
But she gives out a kind of a smile, and her hand and mine lock horns, and I sets down by the bed mud and spurs and chaps and all. 'I've heard you ridin' across the grass for hours, Webb, she says. 'I was sure you'd come. You saw the sign? she whispers.
"Now, dar, Tom's down wal, course der's room for some nigger to be up and why not dis nigger? dat's de idee. Tom, a ridin' round de country boots blacked pass in his pocket all grand as Cuffee but who he? Now, why shouldn't Sam? dat's what I want to know." "Halloo, Sam O Sam! Mas'r wants you to cotch Bill and Jerry," said Andy, cutting short Sam's soliloquy. "High! what's afoot now, young un?"
Why, old Liz Williams, o' Birmingham, herself told me with her own mouth, how she was ridin' home from Phildelphy market last winter, with six dollars, the price of her turkeys and General Washin'ton's cook took one of 'em, but that's neither here nor there in her pocket, and fearful as death when she come to Concord woods, and lo and behold! there she was overtook by a fresh-complected man, and she begged him to ride with her, for she had six dollars in her pocket and Sandy was known to be about.
It was a grin that needed no apology, for all evidence was in its favor that it was so seldom seen by the eyes of men that it could be forgiven without a plea. "I've been ridin' the long trail," said Seth. "With that bunch that just arrived?" "Yeh. Drove up from the Nueces. I'm quittin'." "The last time I saw you, Seth, you were butchering two tons of buffalo a day for the railroaders.
Now a sharper lash of wind cut down and they huddled closer. It was an edging, shifting, pushing throng. There was no anger, no pleading, no threatening words. It was all sullen endurance, unlightened by either wit or good fellowship. A carriage went jingling by with some reclining figure in it. One of the men nearest the door saw it. "Look at the bloke ridin'." "He ain't so cold."
"There he goes go on. Mac, you old fool! scared to death, ridin' for his life. And why? Because he believes some ghost stories he's heard about Dan Barry!" "Ghost stories?" echoed Reeve. "Some of 'em ain't fairy tales, Sliver." "Jest name one that ain't!" "Well, the way he trailed Jim Silent. We've all heard of Silent, and Barry was too good for him." "Bah," sneered Sliver. "Too good for Silent?
I've been ridin' him and teachin' him a few things, like startin' and stoppin', for a month. He war wild when I tuk him fust, but since he and I got 'quainted, we agree zactly, and I told ther men as own him he should be home ter night, and I must take him. I wouldn't send him by the are-apparent hisself.
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