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As for himself, he felt quite confident that all he needed wherewith to meet and overcome anything or anybody was just such a perfect "repeater" as Sile carried. He somehow overlooked the fact that he had never practised much with one, while Sile belonged to the race that made them.
I can't quite make it out as to what could bring 'em away up here. Two Arrows told Sile they was a war-party, and if that's so, they must have been licked somewhere. They'd never have cut it for these ranges without somebody was after 'em." "Perhaps so. We'll see. Anyhow, we can keep a sharp lookout."
Ef't hadn't been fur me Sile Keene wouldn't a went under," uttered the helpless tramp, pleadingly. There was no mercy in the heart of Andrew Barkswell, however. Jounce knew too much and was disposed to be dangerous, so he did not scruple to put him out of the way. "Not a word, scoundrel," growled Barkswell, and with the words he drew a clasp knife from an inner pocket.
Ther'd be a good many pints ter think over besides the quality of the sile afore I'd want ter say 'yes' er 'no' to an offer ob dat kind." "That's what I thought," said the sheriff. "You are nicely fixed here, and I don't blame you. I had some little business with you, and I'm glad I come to-day and caught ye in your terbacker. It's powerful fine." "Business wid me?" asked Nimbus in surprise.
Where Nez Percé?" Pine answered by a sweep of his hand towards the notch, and added, "'Pache chief want pony? want scalp? Go other place. Too much heap shoot; kill 'em all." The idea of a great fight about to come off had quite turned the heads of Sile and Two Arrows, and the later was aching all over with anxiety to try his new rifle. They had found good places to shoot from.
"Your mare is the ugliest in the lot," said Sile, recklessly. "Best though. Out-walk, out-run, and out-starve any critter in the outfit, 'cepting me." "Can you out-travel a horse?" "Course I can most horses. I don't know 'bout the old mare. She can out-travel anything. She's good tempered, too; knows just when it's the right time to kick and break things. Oh but can't she tear, though!"
It was an old story to Yellow Pine, and when at last they both were mounted and ready to ride away, it was worth while to look at his cast-iron face and then at that of Sile Parks. "Sile," said his father, as he looked at him, "bring me in some Indians; not a whole tribe; just a few." "Come on, Sile," said Pine. "We'll bring all we find, I reckon."
S'pose we fetch along that young cub and his sister. Company for Sile. Make the old chief feel fine." Long Bear gave several grunts of assent when spoken to, and once more Two Arrows felt as if he were growing very fast indeed. "We'll go back and move the wagons," said Pine to Sile. "You and your young redskin can scout on down the valley. You've got your directions 'bout finding us.
"You better be out o' my reach for a few minutes." A crowd had begun to gather. "I want you all to take a look at that man," Rodney shouted. "He says Sile Wright is a drunkard an' a thief." Loud jeers followed the statement, then a volley of oaths and a moment of danger, for somebody shouted: "Le's tar an' feather him." "No, we'll just look at him a few minutes," Rodney Barnes shouted.
And you may ax the father of sich children home to dinner, feelin werry sure there'll be no spoons missin' when he goes away. Sich fathers never drop tin five-cent pieces into the contribution box, nor palm shoe-pegs off onto blind hosses for oats, nor skedaddle to British sile when their country's in danger nor do anything which is really mean.
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