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We left him nursing his head, sitting belligerent at his post, alert to any danger and armed now with my heat-ray cylinder. "Strange doings this voyage," he told us. "All the crew knows it. I'll stick it out now, but when we get back home I'm done with this star travelin'. I belong on the sea anyway." We hurried back to the upper level.
"Seems to me yew fellers are travelin' some, ain't ye?" "O, a little," returned Mr. Allen. "You don't happen to know, do you, whether there are two cabins above here, do you? We was directed to the middle cabin." "No, only a very badly decayed one just a pile of tumbled-down logs," replied Mr. Allen.
"Well, I don't see anythin' in that that says you can't have somebody travelin' along with you," she remarked, and that odd little smile flashed again across her face. "It don't make any difference to me what you can or can't do. I'm foot-loose!"
"How long would it take you to foot it to the Concho?" "Oh, travelin' easy, say 'bout eight hours." "Don't see that you need a horse, then, even if there was one handy." "Nope. I don't need no horse. All I need is a job." "All right. You'd have to travel thirty miles either way to get out of here. I won't be there, but you can tell my foreman, Bud Shoop, that I sent you in."
"An' what's more, the rest of ye had betther be travelin' wit' yer eyes open, fer he's crazy as a loon, an' he'll kill anny one that crosses his trail.
The Glass Cat goes travelin' all around Oz, you know, an' the little critter sees a lot o' things no one else does." "That's true," said Dorothy, thoughtfully. "Northeast of here must be in the Munchkin Country, and perhaps a good way off, so let's ask the Glass Cat to tell us how to get to the Magic Flower."
She could hear the swirling of the wind and the beat of sleet against the window-pane. A storm was rising. She prayed it might not be a blizzard. Weather permitting, her father should be here by eight or nine o'clock. West, straddling past, snarled at her. "Get Angus McRae outa yore head. Him an' you's come to the partin' o' the ways. You're travelin' with me now. Un'erstand?"
The party would keep on to the glade, however, and recover Sleepy Sam, and the boys' weapons. When this had been decided upon, Dick's horse, which he had hidden in the bushes, was brought out for Johnny, a lasso was twisted around Roderick's lower jaw, to serve as a bridle, and then the trapper shouldered his long rifle, and gave another exhibition of his "travelin' qualities."
"Prove it! Prove it!" demanded the accused man, furious with anger at Webb's manner. The ranch-owner went on talking to Wrayburn in an even voice. "I've suspected it for some time. Now I'm convinced. Yesterday mornin' I found him asleep in bed with his clothes on. His horse looked like it had been travelin' all night. I made inquiries.
Both men shrank away from him. He had never struck a man in anger in his life, and he felt so certain of his ability to thrash Sprague that he could not bring himself to do it. Shorty saw his trouble and interposed. "Look here, Smoke, I ain't travelin' no more with a ornery outfit like this. Right here's where I sure jump it. You an' me stick together. Savvy?
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