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"Just a minute " began the deputy. "Where's my pony, Collie? He didn't get away, did he?" "No, ma'am. Mr. Tenlow 'requisitioned' him. Thought I'd wait till you came along so I could explain." "Requisitioned my pony! What do you mean?" "It's this way, Miss Lacharme. That man there in the machine is wanted. He " "What has that to do with my pony, please?" "I guess you know who he is.
"You can't throw no bluff this morning," said Tenlow, irritated by the youth's persistence. "I guess you know what I mean." "You got the horse, but I don't leave here without him," said Collie stubbornly. And there was an underlying assurance about Collie's attitude that perplexed the deputy, who was satisfied that the led horse was for Overland Red's use.
Tenlow was unconscious, and the boy had to go to hold him. Then the boy explained it all at the store, and they arrested him anyway, as a suspicious character. I should have let him go. When Mr. Tenlow became conscious and they told him they had the boy, he said to keep him in the calaboose; that that was where he belonged." "And you want me to see what I can do for this boy?" "I didn't say so."
Good horse!" cried the girl as the black pony flashed across the steep slope of the ragged mountain side like a winged thing. "Boyar! Boy!" She shivered as the loose shale, ploughed by the pony's flying hoofs, slithered down the slope at every plunge. "Can he ride?" shouted Collie, wild tears of joy in his eyes. Suddenly Overland, glancing back, saw Tenlow stop and raise his arm.
Apache snorted and circled as the bushes crashed and crackled. A few minutes later, Tenlow strode from the brush leading his pony. He wiped the blood and sweat from his face and spat viciously. Louise, riding homeward slowly, heard a horse coming behind her. She reined Sarko and waited. Collie saw no way out of it, so he rode up, grinning from a bruised and battered face. "Why, Collie!"
You see, Miss," he added, turning to address the girl, "I was sheriff of Abilene once, in the ole red-eye, rumpus days. I have planted some citizens in my time. You see, I kind of owe the ones I did plant a silent apology for lettin' this here chicken-rancher get me so easy." "You talk big," said Tenlow, laughing. "Who was you when you was sheriff of Abilene, eh?"
Her pensiveness had departed. Her cheeks were flushed. "Oh, Collie! Saddle Boyar " she began, but Overland coughed disapprovingly. He did not wish Tenlow and Saunders to suspect that the led horse was for Louise. "Or no. Saddle Sarko," said Louise, at once aware of Overland's plan. "And have him at the foot of the hill for me as soon as you can." "Yes, Miss Louise."
I was merely imagining something." "Red's square," asserted the boy. "Sheriff Tenlow is a splendid shot," murmured Louise, with apparent irrelevance. They had crossed the meadow. Ahead of the sheriff walked Overland, his slouch gone, his head carried high. Collie noted this unusual alertness of poise and wondered. "Don't try the brush," cautioned Tenlow, also aware of Overland's alertness.
Below, Overland Red had curbed Boyar and was gazing up at a spot of black on the hillside Dick Tenlow, motionless, silent. His sombrero lay several yards down the slope. "Oh! The horse!" cried Louise, chokingly, with her hand to her breast. As for Dick Tenlow, lying halfway down the hillside, stunned and shattered, she had but a secondary sympathy.
"Oh, nothin'. I hate to see any guy get hurt." "I'm glad to hear you say that. I begin to think you are a bigger man than he is." "Me?" And Collie flushed, misunderstanding the other's drift. "I guess you're kiddin'." "No, I mean it. Mr. Tenlow still seemed pretty hot about your share in this er enterprise. You seem to have no hard feelings against him." "Huh! He shouldn't to be sore at me.
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