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In that event his pride would force him to retaliate, until he was either killed or captured. He had about made up his mind to rein up and surrender when he heard the singing whizz-zip of a bullet that sprayed sand ahead of him. Then came the faint pop of a rifle far behind. He pulled up, swiftly unbuckled his belt, and hung his gun on the saddle-horn.
He listened without manifesting the interest I looked for, tapping idly on the saddle-horn, and staring straight ahead with an odd pucker about his mouth. "I was just going to ask you if you all came through together," he observed, in a casual tone. "I neglected to say that I got a pretty fair look at those fellows.
From the look of his face, Carl also would have avoided the meeting, if he could have done so. He glanced up as Lite passed through. "Hell of a verdict," Lite made brief comment when he met Carl's eyes. Carl stopped, leaning against his horse with one hand thrown up to the saddle-horn. He was a small man, not at all like Aleck in size or in features. He looked haggard now and white.
Pete told me Cotton set out for home afoot. I didn't see him, but I'd take Pete's word against Cotton's any time." "Mebby you think we're takin' your word about Young Pete and the shootin'?? "Why not?" "We can make you talk!" threatened Simpson. "I reckon you could," said Andy easily. "Four to one and my gun hangin' over there on the saddle-horn. But suppose you did?
She was aware that someone was tying the scarf about her head, and close against her ear she heard the voice of the Texan: "Breathe through your nose as long as you can an' then through your teeth. Hang onto your saddle-horn, I've got your reins. An' whatever you do, keep your eyes shut, this sand will cut 'em out if you don't."
Joan's hat hung on the saddle-horn, the morning wind was trifling with light breath in her soft, wave-rippled hair. Her brilliant necktie had been put aside for one of narrower span and more sober hue, a blue with white dots.
Presently he nodded, recovered, and nodded again. He would not wittingly have gone to sleep in the saddle, being as yet too unaccustomed to riding to relax to that extent. But sleep had something to say anent the matter. He dozed, clasping the saddle-horn instinctively. Pill plodded along patiently. The east grew gray, then rose-pink, then golden. The horse lifted its head and quickened pace.
To make his rope fast to the saddle-horn and slip to the ground leaving the horse to fight it out with the captive, was the work of a moment for the cowboy who approached the struggling animal, short rope in hand. Purdy who was leaning over his saddle-horn, watching the man's every move, gave a cry of relief. "He's up behind! That'll fix your clock!"
He tightened his girths and set his foot in the stirrup, ready to mount and ride home; paused so, hand on the saddle-horn, with a queer, half-puzzled, half-suspicious look in his sheep-wise eyes. "Wasn't there something else that feller Jacob was workin' for besides the interest in the stock?" he asked. "Seems to me like there was," Mackenzie returned, carelessly.
Said I to myself, as I coiled my lariat and hung it on my saddle-horn, and sat there drunk with glory, "The victory is perfect no other will venture against me knight-errantry is dead." Now imagine my astonishment and everybody else's, too to hear the peculiar bugle-call which announces that another competitor is about to enter the lists!
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