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Sure enough, when they reached camp there sat the half-breed placidly mending a blanket, with the bored air of one upon whom time hangs heavily. He looked up as Endicott greeted him. "Mebbe-so dat better you don' say nuttin' 'bout A'm gon' 'way from here," he grinned. "Tex she com' 'long pret' queek, now. Mebbe-so he t'ink dat better A'm stay roun' de camp. But Voila!
She did not want to tell Tex that she certainly would make it a point to ride the red-hill side of the range. There was probably some sly, secret reason Tex did not want her to go over that way. She remembered that she had seen the Mexican coming from that direction both times. Certainly, there must be some secret reason. Tex was afraid she might find out something.
Author of "The Texan" When Tex Benton said he'd do a thing, he did it, as readers of "The Texan" will affirm. So when, after a year of drought, he announced his purpose of going to town to get thoroughly "lickered up," unsuspecting Timber City was elected as the stage for a most thorough and sensational orgy.
Through half-closed lids he studied Johnny's profile and the look of exaltation in his wide-open eyes. "Tex, he's one smart hombre," Tomaso's brother paid tribute. "The plan it works aw-right, I bet."
"Yuh wouldn't like it," he mumbled, glancing down the trail. "It it ain't like it was in Joe's time. That there Tex Lynch he he don't get on with the boys." "Who's he? The foreman?" "Yeah. Beauty Lynch, some calls him 'count uh his looks. I ain't denyin' he's han'some, with them black eyes an' red cheeks uh his, but somethin' queer Like I said, there ain't nobody stays long at the Shoe-Bar.
'See that pile, my friend? That's all like yourn, sez he. 'It's worth about one simoleon a ton at th' coast. They use it for ballast." "Aw! But this what I saw was gold!" exploded Tex. "So was mine, for a while!" laughed Frenchy, nodding to the bartender for another round. "Well, we're tired of punchin' cows! Ride sixteen hours a day, year in an' year out, an' what do we get?
Dan brushed them away and caught the head of his companion in his arms. "Tex!" he moaned, "Tex! Open your eyes, partner, I got him for you. I got him alive for you to look at him! Wake up!" As if in obedience to the summons the eyes of Calder opened wide. The lids fluttered as if to clear his vision, but even then his gaze was filmed with a telltale shadow.
He headed for it, and soon identified it as Yancey's plane. Tex knew that the sun would eventually burn up the fog. The enemy, also knowing this, would be sending up their sausages so as to have them in position when the fog passed. Certainly the enemy had reason to see all that could be seen, for by this time they must be hard pressed indeed.
They've made out formal application. Both of them are tickled pink over the prospect. McGee said he would like to get with this squadron." "Bully for him!" Hampden enthused. "Maybe we don't look so bad, if fellows like that are willing to throw in with us, eh, Tex?" Siddons was coldly skeptical. "You have the weirdest imagination. Why should he want to be with us?" "Dunno. Ask him."
"At least our friend Tex does not seem to be stricken with dumbness," Endicott smiled as the words of the buffalo skinner's song broke forth anew. "Do you know I have taken a decided fancy to him. He's " "I'd run along and play with him then if I were you," was the girl's sarcastic comment. "Maybe if you learn how to swear and sing some of his beautiful songs he'll give you part of his whiskey."
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