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Bud picked up his hat. Bondsman had already preceded him to the doorway, and stood waiting. His attitude expressed the extreme patience of age, but that the matter should be attended to without unreasonable delay. Shoop sighed heavily. "That there dog bosses me around somethin' scandalous." Halfway across the Blue Mesa, Dorothy met her ranger man. She had been watching the trail.
Bud Shoop had never aspired to the distinction of being called a diplomat, but he had an active and an aggressive mind. With the instinct for seizing the main chance by its time-honored forelock, he rose swiftly. "By Gravy, Jack! I gone and left them things in the buckboard!" "Oh, they'll be all right," said Corliss easily. Then he caught his foreman's eye and read its meaning.
"I won't unless some of you squeal on me," declared Bob. He looked over the balcony railing at the struggling minister, who was trying in vain to get free from the chair. "Nobody'll squeal," declared Will Merton. "Of course not," added Sam Shoop. The minister, very much embarrassed, was doing his best to get rid of the chair.
He wanted to go out and lie in the sunshine, but he could not do that while his master suffered such tribulation of soul. His place was close to his master now, if ever. Around Shoop were scattered pieces of paper; bits of letters written and torn up. "It's a dam' sight worse resignin' than makin' out my application and that was bad enough," growled Shoop. "But I got to do this personal.
"Here she is. Take a look." The old sheep-man swung out the cylinder and pointed with a gnarled and horny finger. The men closed in and gazed in silence. One of the shells was empty. Loring handed the gun to Shoop. "I'll ask Jack," said the foreman. When he returned to the group he was unusually grave. "Says he plugged a coyote this mornin'." Loring's seamed and weathered face was expressionless.
"Ante up, Loring!" said Shoop, mounting his horse. "I'll see your hand if it takes every chip in the stack." "Here, too!" chorused the riders. "We're all in on this." They trailed along in single file until they came to the ford. They reined up sharply. One of them dismounted and dragged the body of Fadeaway to the bank. They grouped around gazing at the hole in Fadeaway's shirt.
Can you tell me how her name is Adams and his'n is Waring?" "I can!" And with a motion so swift that the marshal had no time to help himself, Bud Shoop seized the other's goatee and yanked him from the cracker barrel. "I got a job for you," said Shoop, grinning until his teeth showed.
The cattle, freed from the vigilance of the circling horsemen, sniffed the dawn, crowded to a wedge, and began to trot, then to run. Shoop and his four companions spurred ahead, swung to the road, and thundered past the ranch-house as a faint edge of light shot over the eastern horizon. They entered the mouth of the draw, swung around, and reined up.
"Go ahead, Bud. Don't mind me." Shoop laughed and gestured over his shoulder. "Chance, there, is sleepin' with both fists this lovely mornin'. Wonder how Sun is makin' it?" "We'll find out," said Corliss, shaking his head. "Believe us! For we're goin' to town! Say, ain't you kind of offerin' Jim Banks a chance to get you easy?" "If he wants to. If he locked Sundown up, he made the wrong move."
Sundown rolled a frightened eye and tried to look at everything but his companions. Corliss and Shoop exploded simultaneously. Slowly the light of understanding dawned, rose, and radiated in the dull red of the new cook's face. He was hurt and a bit angry. The anticipating and performing of his midnight ablutions had cost Slim a mighty struggle, mentally and otherwise.
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