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Jimmy looked up. "I heard tell that they make glue outen cayuses, sometimes," he remarked. Shorty's eyes flashed. The loss of the horse had been rankling in his heart all day. "Does they git yu frequent?" he asked. His voice sounded hard. "Oh, 'bout as frequent as yu lose a cayuse, I reckon," replied Jimmy hotly. Shorty's hand streaked to his holster and Jimmy followed his lead.
He crawled out of the depression, threw himself upon his horse and raced southeastward, yelling, and waving his hat defiantly at the outlaws, who were shooting at him. But the speed of Shorty's horse was too great for accurate shooting; and Shorty kept going waving his hat for a time, and then, when out of range, riding hard seeming to glide like a shadow into the yawning gulf of distance.
I'm going to sit down and eat with real live women Mrs Bowie, and several others, so the Colonel told me." "Well, moccasins won't spoil their appetite none," was Shorty's comment. "Wonder what the Colonel wants with you?" "I don't know, unless he's heard about my finding Surprise Lake. It will take a fortune to drain it, and the Guggenheims are out for investment." "Reckon that's it.
The man looked on Shorty's display of wealth with lack-luster eyes, but his wife was fascinated, and quickly closed up a deal which conveyed to Shorty all the food that they had.
We ought to kill you right now, like we would a dog." "No, Mister, I haint killed nobody; I swar t' God I haint," gurgled the prisoner, trying to release his throat from Shorty's grip. "Where'd you git these things?" demanded Shorty. "Mrs.
He could hear his own name, then Shag's, then Shorty's, and sometimes Locke's. "I've evidently kicked up a hornets' nest," he smiled weakly to himself, too tired and ill to care whether the hornets stung or not. Presently Locke returned. "I tell you, Hal, it won't do; that Indian isn't a fit representative of this college." "The masters won't do a thing; you've got to appoint someone else.
Yo've done with them as you pleased, an' I'm a-gwine to do with these jest as I please, and yo'uns that don't like hit kin jest lump hit, that's all." "'Frony Bolster, I want yo' to take yo'r arms from around that Yank's neck," said the man who had tried to take Shorty's gun. "I won't 'low yo' to put yo'r arm 'round another man's neck as long's I'm alive to stop it."
And Si pointed to the object of the Captain's lecture on natural history that was still creeping on his arm. Shorty slapped his thigh and burst into a loud laugh. "Was that what ye went to see the Cap'n 'bout?" he asked as soon as he could speak. "Why ya-as," replied Si, somewhat surprised at Shorty's unseemly levity.
This ain't the first one I ever seen." Si was impressed, as he had often been before, by Shorty's superior wisdom and experience. "See here. Si," Shorty continued, as his eye suddenly lighted up with a brilliant thought, "I guess I kin make ye understand what a grayback is. What d'ye call that coat ye've got on?" "Why, that's a fool question; it's a blouse, of course!" "Jesso!" said Shorty.
He did not believe, and yet, there was Shorty's enigmatical answer to a simple question; there was Sam Pretty Cow, implying much while he actually said very little; there was this unheralded departure of all the Devil's Tooth riders in the night, in the season between round-ups.
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