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The rope was removed. "The other!" Pete and Farrish slipped off the lariat that remained noosed around the outlaw's neck, and stepped back. For some seconds there was no sound, no motion, no sign of any design on the part of Sunnysides. Then, with the swiftness and surprise of a flash of powder in the dark, a shocking thing occurred.
It is at some such point as this that man's and woman's natures make one of their many departures from the parallel. To Haig the taming of Sunnysides now meant everything; to Marion it seemed a useless, a worse than useless risk, a wicked waste. What had been the worth, then, of all her labor of love, if it was to be thrown away? He would be killed the next time.
Sanders chased Sunnysides three seasons, an' thought he'd roped him. But all he gits 's a cracked leg, an' not a yeller hair of the slippery beast. Then us three takes on the job not presumin' to be better'n Sanders, but hopin' for luck. It comes our way, an' there you are. We offer him to Sanders for a price, natch'rally but he says he don't believe in ghosts, an' we c'n go to hell with him."
"And wouldn't it have been reckless extravagance to pay good money for Sunnysides when you might just have come and taken him out of my corrals?" For a few seconds Huntington, as if he could scarce believe that he heard aright, was speechless with amazement and rage. "Say it, damn you!" he said chokingly. "What do you mean?"
Trivial annoyances, most of them of his own making or imagining, multiplied on all sides, fomenting his irritability until, by the time he strode out of the cottage, his temper was at white heat. What might have happened to the patient, devoted men about the stable and corrals is not difficult of conjecture, but they were saved by Sunnysides.
"I've never seen a horse like that before," she said, after a brief silence. "Nor anybody else has," he replied, with a note of pride. "But he's no cow pony surely." "You ain't never heard o' Sunnysides?" "No." He looked at her curiously. "Of course not," he said apologetically. "You're f'm the city. East, maybe?" "Yes, I'm from New York." "Then it's natch'ral.
He looked and Sunnysides must have been something worth seeing, as he came storming down on the boy, with red eyes and foaming lips, the bridle reins dangling at his knees, and the stirrups flying. 'Red' had never seen him, but he'd heard a lot, and he jumped behind the wagon as if the devil was after him.
Twice before he had noted where a similar error might have been made, on other ledges farther up; and he himself had avoided them only by carefully studying the aspect of the declivity below him. Sunnysides had undoubtedly lost time through such mistakes; and now he was trapped.
And it was only after another silence that she looked up at him, and he saw that her eyes were still filled with tears, and there was a curious little puckering of her chin. "You said you wished you could repay me," she said. "Do you?" "Yes," he answered, wondering. "But I told you " "But there is a way!" "Well?" "Promise me you will not ride Sunnysides." He shook his head. "No.
For Sunnysides had been too calculating in his measures; it was desirable to stir him up, to anger him, to torment him until he should wear himself out with his furious struggles. The spurs did it. In an instant Sunnysides was a demon. All that he had done was like the antics of a colt compared with what followed. No eye in the corral could follow and record all his movements.
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