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"But she didn't give him a watch," said Shoop, chuckling. Up in their room that night, Lorry helped Bud out of his coat. Shoop's arm was stiff and sore. "And your mother would think it was a mighty queer business, if she knowed this," said Bud, "or who that number thirty-eight was down there." "You sure made a good bluff, Bud." "Mebby. But I was scared to death.
The whoop which Shoop let out startled the team into a lunging gallop. "Go it, if you want to!" said Corliss as the buckboard swung around a turn and took the incline toward Antelope. "I'm in a hurry myself." Nevertheless, he saved the team as they struck the level and held them to a trot. "Wise old head," was Shoop's inward comment.
Why, I ain't ever worked a day for the Service." "I guess he wanted you to look me over," said Lorry, smiling. "Well, they's lots of time, 'less you're in a hurry." "If I can't get in the Service, I'll look up a job punchin'," said Lorry. "I got to get somethin'." Bondsman stalked in, licking his chops. He nuzzled Shoop's hand. Lorry snapped his fingers. Bondsman strode to him.
Above all things he feared dogs. His reception by the men, aside from Bud Shoop's greeting, had been cool. Even the friendship of a dog seemed acceptable at that moment. Plodding along the weary miles between the water-hole and the ranch, he had, in his way, decided to turn over a new leaf: to ignore the insistent call of the road and settle down to something worth while.
Yet there was nothing humorous about Shoop's face when he flashed to anger or studied some one who tried to mask a lie, or when he reprimanded his clerk for naming folk that it was hazardous to name. The typewriter clicked; a fly buzzed on the screen door; a beam of sunlight flickered through the window. The letter ran: Yours of the 4th inst. received and contents noted.
You can write to me at Stacey if anything turns up." "I'll write to you. Do you ever get hungry? Come on over to the hotel. I'm as hungry as a bear." Bondsman's Decision Bud Shoop's homestead on the Blue Mesa lay in a wide level of grassland, round which the spruce of the high country swept in a great, blue-edged circle.
If they were Shoop recalled the friendly shooting contest with High-Chin Bob. If High Chin were riding the country, doubtless he would be headed south. But if he should happen to cross Shoop's trail by accident Bud shook his head. He would not look for trouble, but if it came his way it would bump into something solid. Shoop had buckled on his gun before leaving Jason.
Lorry unhobbled Gray Leg and turned Shoop's horses out to water. The three ponies trotted to the water-hole, sniffed at the water, and, whirling, raced across the mesa, pitching and kicking in the joy of liberation. After breakfast Bud and Lorry sat out in the sun, enjoying the slow warmth. The morning air was still keen in the shade. Bondsman lay between them, watching the distant horses.
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