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"Stiger, you might as well give up the deer," said Dan, as quietly as he could. "It's Ralph's first big game, and of course he feels mighty proud of it. A good shot like you ought to be able to bring down lots of game of your own." Dan imagined that this tempered speech and side praise would put the half-breed in good humour, but he was mistaken.
He was glad to hear that Stiger had been jailed, and sorry that Henry Parker had been wounded. "Henry can make a charge even if father doesn't," he said. Ralph and Pompey had had troubles of their own during Dan's brief absence.
It was at times bitter cold, the sweeping "northers," as they are called, hurling themselves over Texas with great fury. During those times everybody remained indoors hugging the fire. Hank Stiger still kept to his couch at the cattle shed, and was provided regularly with all that he needed to eat and drink.
"Hi there, Stiger! what are you doing with that deer?" demanded Dan, as he came closer, with his gun in both hands across his breast. At the sound of the boy's voice the half-breed turned quickly and his repulsive reddish-brown face fell sullenly.
Carried away by the warm greetings of the old cashier, and the hearty, whole-souled spirit of companionship inherent in the man a spirit always dear to Oliver he not only stayed to make another caricature of the old fellow, over which the original laughed until the tears ran down his fat cheeks, but until all the old sketches were once more taken from the drawer or examined on the wall and laughed at over again, Stiger praising him for his cleverness and predicting all kinds of honors and distinctions for him when his talents become recognized.
You shall have neither." "Goin' ter starve me to death?" "It will be your own fault. I am now treating you with more kindness than you deserve. Many a man would have strung you up to the nearest tree for your misdeeds." At this Hank Stiger winced, for he knew only too well that Mr. Radbury spoke the truth. He felt that he could not go too far or he might get into deeper trouble.
Stiger thought that I might better come here," and he delivered his mother's message in a low voice and resumed his seat again. The Colonel, now that his mind was at rest, dropped into a chair, stroked his goatee with his thumb and forefinger, and ran over in his mind the sum of his engagements.
Udder man come, rob place while Big Foot half dead." "Well, who do you imagine the other man was? It couldn't have been one of your tribe." "I t'ink him half my tribe. I t'ink him 'Merican-Indian, um Hank Stiger." "Hank Stiger!" cried Dan. "Father, did you hear that?" "What is it, Dan?" "This Indian was half in a faint when the cabin was robbed, but he thinks the thief was Hank Stiger."
On through the tall pines ran pursued and pursuers, until nearly quarter of a mile had been covered. Dan was in front, with Henry close behind. "You are fools to follow me here!" roared Hank Stiger, as he came to a halt. "Take that for your foolishness."
So speaking, Hank Stiger swung himself on the back of his mustang, which little beast looked all out of proportion to the deer and man mounted on him. His gun was slung over his shoulder, and there he allowed it to remain while he gathered up the reins and urged his pony forward. Ralph was white.
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