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"Look out, Joel!" she called, and she gave the black's head a jerk. Sarchedon went up with a snort and came down pounding the sand. Quick as an Indian Lucy was out of the saddle. "Lemme your quirt," said Joel, showing his teeth like a wolf. "No. I wouldn't let you hit Sarch. You beat him once, and he's never forgotten," replied Lucy.
I've found fault with you on the King, on your mustangs, an' on this black horse Sarch. But on Wildfire! You grow there." "What will Dad say, and Farlane, and Holley, and Van? Oh, I'll crow over Van," said Lucy. "I'm crazy to ride Wildfire out before all the Indians and ranchers and riders, before the races, just to show him off, to make them stare." "No, Lucy.
The King!" he added, hoarsely. "Both where they dropped. Oh, I'm afraid to to look.... And, Lin, I saw Sarch, Two Face, and Ben and Plume go down there." She had her back to the chasm where the trail led down, and she pointed without looking. Slone got up, a little unsteady on his feet and conscious of a dull pain. "Sarch will go straight home, and the others will follow him," said Lucy.
She assured herself of that, then ran to quiet the plunging Sarch. He came down at once, and pushed his big nose almost into her face. She hugged his great, hot neck. He was quivering all over. Lucy heard the other horses pounding up; she recognized Two Face's high whinny, like a squeal; and in her delight she was about to run to them when Creech's harsh voice arrested her.
'O'Shaughnessy agin th' warld, an' the warld agin th' Divil!" which was received with a cheer from the Corkonians. "Av yer Honor," insinuated Dan, "wud attind to this poor man, we'd be proud to diskiver the frind you're in sarch of." Blecker glanced at the stout Irishmen about him, with kind faces under all the whiskey, and stronger arms than his own." "I will, boys.
'I'll give you a quarter of an hour, says the Captain of the Guerriere to his men, 'to take that 'ere Yankee frigate, the Constitution. I guess he found his mistake where he didn't expect it, without any great sarch for it either. It was as lovely as bitters of a cold mornin'. Our folks beat 'em arter that so often, they got a little grain too much conceit also.
"Wal, I might let you ride at thet, if Van ain't in shape," rejoined her father. "I wouldn't ride him in the race. But I'll keep him in fine fettle." "I'll bet you'd like to see Sarch beat him," said Bostil, jealously. "Sure I would," replied Lucy, teasingly. "But, Dad, I'm afraid Sarch never will beat him." Bostil grunted. "See here. I don't want any weight up on the King.
I'll give 'ee time to think about it, and if you mane to go sarch for mun, do you meet me here with your clothes o' this day fortnight when the moon rises. "And with that she went away and showed herself down Ashacombe ways 'most every day, to make folks think she was busy thereabouts that false and artful she was.
"I half believe you lie," muttered Mr. Fox, looking very black. "Sarch de house, sah. It am a berry gentlemanly proceeding." "Where has she gone? and whom did she go with?" "I hab no orders to say," said Hannibal, looking fixedly at the ceiling of the vestibule. The knightly suitor turned on his heel, muttering, "They are playing me false." 'Twas a pity, and he so true.
And suddenly she found herself sitting at the foot of the cedar, weeping, with tear-wet hands over her face. "There's nothin' to -to cry about," Slone was saying. "But I'm sorry if I hurt you." "Will you please fetch Sarch?" asked Lucy, tremulously. While Slone went for the horse and saddled him Lucy composed herself outwardly.
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