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He always does when I talk to him." "Then suppose I do the talkin'?" "Oh, you can make him do just as you wish. But all right, Mr. Shoop. And you will really let Bondsman decide?" "'Tain't accordin' to rules, but seein' it's you " Bud called to the big Airedale. Bondsman trotted in, nosed Dorothy's hand, and looked up at his master. "Come 'ere!" commanded Shoop brusquely. "Stand right there!
But we put the 'Palace' two feeds to the bad," asserted Shoop. They drifted to the hotel doorway and paused at the counter where each gravely selected a cigar. Then they clumped upstairs to Corliss's room. Jim Banks straddled a chair and faced his friends.
"Well, he did a good job, if I do say it," he remarked, as though to himself. "Which?" queried Shoop. "I don't say," replied Loring. "I'm lettin' the evidence do the talkin'." "Well, you'll hear her holler before we get through!" asserted the irrepressible Bud. "Fade, mebby, wa'n't no lady's man, but he had sand. He was a puncher from the ground up, and we ain't forgettin' that!"
'Course I don't aim to camp on you." "You're sure welcome," said Shoop heartily. "It gets lonesome up here. But if you ain't got no reg'lar plan I was thinkin' of ridin' over to Sheep Crossin' and mebby on down to Jason." "Suits me fine!" Shoop heaved himself up. Lorry whistled shrilly. Gray Leg, across the mesa, raised his head. Lorry whistled again.
The installation of Bud Shoop as supervisor of the White Mountain District was celebrated with an old-fashioned barbecue by the cattlemen and sheepmen leasing on the reserve. While John Torrance had always dealt fairly with them, the natives felt that he was more or less of a theorist in the matter of grazing-leases. Shoop was a practical cowman; one of themselves.
Jim, as she came from the kitchen drying her hands on her apron. The elector, however, was of a different mind. He greeted his mother with a howl and a series of windmill revolutions of his arms and legs as she caught him up. "Got mighty free knee-action," remarked Shoop. "Mebby when he's bedded down for the night you can come over to the 'Palace." "I'll be right with you."
So had Gentle Annie, munching a reflective cud, and Sundown, in a metaphorical sense, doing likewise. He had walked around the cow inspecting her with an anxious and critical eye. She seemed healthful and voluptuously contented. Yet no milk came. Bud Shoop, having at that moment arrived with the team, sized up the situation.
And it would be difficult to prove that Andy Brewster was guilty of more than aiding his brother to escape. The sheriff and Shoop talked the matter over, with the result that Hardy dispatched a telegram from The Junction to all the Southern cities to keep a sharp watch for Waco. Next morning Shoop left for Jason with Hardy and his deputy.
The early dew had just begun to fall when Bondsman joined in. Lorry grinned. The dog and his master were absolutely serious in their efforts. As the tune progressed, Lorry's grin faded, and he sat gazing intently at the huge back of his host. "Why, he's playin' like he meant it," thought Lorry. "And folks says Bud Shoop was a regular top-hand stem-winder in his day."
"Don't! Don't!" he wailed. "He ain't dead! Don't shoot my pal!" Bud Shoop, who had kept silent, shouldered the puncher aside. "Cut it out, Sinker," he growled. "Can't you sabe that Sundown means it?" Later in the evening, and fortified with a hearty meal. Sundown gave a revised version of the fight, wherein his participation was modified, though the story lost nothing in re-telling.
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