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Old Spicer South drew a contemplative puff at his pipe. "Ye went ter school twell ye was ten year old, Samson. Thet's a heap more schoolin' then I ever had, an' I've done got along all right." "Ef my pap had lived" the boy's voice was almost accusing "I'd hev lamed more then jest ter read an' write en figger a little." "I hain't got no use fer these newfangled notions."
"John, you an' Joe an' Hal ride back to meet the regular stage. An' when you meet it get on an' be on it when Anson holds it up." "Thet's shore agreeable to me," drawled John. "I'd like to be on it, too," said Roy, grimly. "No. I'll need you till I'm safe in the woods. Bill, hand down the bags. An' you, Roy, help me pack them. Did you get all the supplies I wanted?" "Shore did.
Hev yer heard about the young feller that come in a week ago from Laramie an' set up a new faro-bank?" "No. What about him?" "Wa'al, yer see he's a feller thet's got a lot of sand an' ain't afeared of nobody, an' he's allowed to hev the deal to his place on the square every time.
Many hard words, and blows, too, he had dealt cowboys for being brutal. "What'd he do?" "Look at Spottie's mouth." The rancher's way of approaching a horse was singularly different from his son's, notwithstanding the fact that Spottie knew him and showed no uneasiness. The examination took only a moment. "Tongue cut bad. Thet's a damn shame. Take thet bridle off.... There.
Then he visualized the places in Denver that for one reason or another had struck him particularly. Suddenly into one of these flashed the pale, sullen, bold face of Jack Belllounds. "It was there!" he exclaimed, incredulously. "Well!... If thet's not the strangest yet! Could I be mistaken? No. I saw him.... Belllounds must have known it must have let him stay there.... Maybe put him there!
Niver say die till yur dead, and the crowner are holdin' his 'quest over yur karkidge. Thet's the doctryne o' Walt Wilder." As if to give illustrative proof of it, he catches hold of his comrade's sleeve; with a pluck turns him around, and leads him back to the place where they had parted from the mules.
"But in which direction does their main camp lie, Sergeant?" He shook his head gravely. "Durn it; thet's just what I can't quite figure out, sir whether we uns be to ther north or south of ther white church. Then, somehow or other, it seems like to me as if this yere road lay a bit too close ter the edge of ther plateau ter ever be the main pike what the Feds marched over.
Sometimes I think I got ter thinkin' of my wife only when this yer young gal thet's bin like an angel to me kem here and dragged me off the ledge, for you see she don't belong here, and hez dropped on to me like a sperrit." "Then you were not in the house when the shock came?" said Key. "No. You see the mill was filled with them fellers as the sheriff was arter, and it went over with 'em and I"
"Them fellers is gwine to put, Cap'n," said Lincoln, touching his cap respectfully. "You're right, Sergeant," I replied; "and without them we might as well think of catching the wind as one of these mules." "If yer'll just let me draw a bead on the near mustang, I kin kripple him 'ithout hurtin' the thing thet's in the saddle." "It would be a pity.
Dallas nodded. "No, no," he said, "she favours me, an' they's no need t' fret. They's nothin' th' matter with her jus' off her oats a leetle, thet's all." The developments of the next morning swept every thought from Dallas' mind save those concerning the journey. For, when it came time to harness the mules, she found that Ben had unaccountably gone lame.
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