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Texans are all over. There's Jim Wilson, Snake Anson's right-hand man. He's from Texas. But thet ain't scarin' any one." He pointed toward Wilson, who shifted uneasily from foot to foot. The girl's flaming glance followed his hand. "Are you from Texas?" she asked. "Yes, Miss, I am an' I reckon I don't deserve it," replied Wilson. It was certain that a vague shame attended his confession. "Oh!

"Bob'day, there's a beggar been hangin' on! Ma Padgett, a little old man with a bag on his back was goin' to climb into this carriage!" "Tisn't a bag," said Bobaday laughing, for the little old man looked funny brushing the dust off his ragged knees. "'Tis a bag," said aunt Corinne, "and he ought to hurt himself for scarin' us."

Malo deck-hand scarin' a couple o' pore boys stiff fer the sake of a thirty-cent knife, why, then, the cook can take hold fer all o' me. I mistrust furriners, livin' or dead." Next morning all, except the cook, were rather ashamed of the ceremonies, and went to work double tides, speaking gruffly to one another.

"Of course not, if it's only thim three, but we have seen so many of the spalpeens that they won't be loikely to foind much trouble in scarin' up a few hundred more and makin' it uncomfortable for us." "Well," replied Fred, with a sigh, "I am so relieved and thankful to know how well we got through it all, that I am hopeful we shall have no great trouble during the rest of the way.

"Over at the Diamond H, one of the boys got his leg broke, last year, ridin' an outlaw, or tryin' to ride him, which ain't quite the same thing an' we had to get his boot off before we could set the break. Why, ma'am; we had to set on his head to keep him from scarin' all the cattle off the range, with his screechin'."

"I wonder if you do know it. . . . Well, I'll have a whack at that room myself and if a spook starts snorin when I'm there I'll I'll put a clothespin on its nose, after I've thanked it for scarin' old Sol into repentance and decency. It took a spirit to do that. No livin' human could have worked THAT miracle." "I agree with you.

He addresses 'em a whole lot on the enormity of downin' Apaches who goes prowlin' about an' scarin' up your mules at midnight, in what this yere witless agent calls a 'motif of childish cur'osity, an' he winds up the powwow with demandin' the surrender of the 'hom'cide. "'Surrender nothin'! says Captain Moon.

I'm thinkin' they'd not be hurtin' white folks an' white folk don't hurt they." Finally the men sat back from the table for a smoke and chat while the dishes were being cleared away by Mrs. Gray and Bessie. "Now I were sure thinkin' Bob were a ghost," said Ed, as he lighted his pipe with a brand from the stove, "and 'twere scarin' me a bit. I never seen but one ghost in my life and that were "

At one ranch the news was brought in from the trail by a hard-faced citizen who had little imagination, but much knowledge of the country. "Say, fellers," he cried, as he swung out of the saddle at the bunkhouse door, "ther's a tow-headed sucker on the trail lookin' fer the James outfit. Guess he wants to shoot 'em up. He's a sawed-off mutt, an' don't look a heap like scarin' a jack-rabbit.

I kep' the wild blacks from scarin' 'em to death, and spearin' of 'em, as is their nature to, and I got speared myself in one or two little shootin' excursions I had." "Shooting the blacks?" interpolated Gordon. "Somethin' like that, Mister.