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News travels rapidly, and certain men, whose attributes were not of the sweetest, heard of it and swore vengeance, for Slim Travennes had many friends, and the result of his passing began to show itself.
His captor wheeled toward him, his face white with passion, and Mr. Travennes shrank back and regretted the words. "I ain't shootin' dogs this here trip," said Mr. Cassidy, trembling with scorn and anger, "so yu can pull yourself together.
"Are yu in the habit of payin' early mornin' calls to this here corral?" persisted Mr. Cassidy, playing with the gun. "Ya-as. That's my business I'm th' captain of the vigilantes." "That's too bad," sympathized Mr. Cassidy, moving forward a step. Mr. Travennes looked put out and backed off. "What yu mean, stickin' me up this-away?" He asked indignantly. "Yu needn't go an' get mad," responded Mr.
Travennes sang "Hi-le, hi-lo," and other selections, principally others, and wondered how Mr. Cassidy could hoist him out. The slack of his belt informed him that he was in the middle of a fast, and suggested starvation as the derrick that his honorable and disgusted adversary might employ. Mr.
"Then yu knows how yore cayuse got in an' how mine got out," said the latter. "I wish yu would explain," he added, fondling his Colts. Mr. Travennes frowned and remained silent. "I can tell yu, anyhow," continued Mr. Cassidy, still smiling, but his eyes and jaw belied the smile. "Yu took them cayuses out because yu wanted yourn to be found in their places.
Cassidy's sullen silence he again turned to the landlord. "What did this Travennes look like when yu saw him last?" Coaxed Mr. Connors. "Th' same as he does now, as yu can see by lookin' out of th' window. That's him down th' street," enlightened the host, thawing to the pleasant Mr. Connors. Mr. Cassidy adopted the suggestion and frowned. Mr.
Travennes, as he led the way to the hut, trying not to limp. "Only he throwed dynamite. That was th' way he cleared off chaparral blowed it off. He got so used to heaving away everything he lit that he spoiled three pipes in two days." Mr. Cassidy laughed at the fiction and then became grave as he pictured Mr.
Cassidy and interfere with the accuracy of his aim, and he was always thankful for small favors. Mr. Travennes was the possessor of accurate knowledge regarding the lay of the land, and the thought came to him that there was a small but deep hole out toward the east and that it was about the required distance away.
Yu won't be so frisky when yu've made them seventy hot miles between here an' Alkaline in five hours," he promised, as he made his way toward the animal. Mr. Travennes walked over to the opposite wall and took down a pouch of tobacco which hung from a peg.
Asked Mr. Connors, never having heard of that person, owing to the reticence of his friend. "Captain of th' vigilantes." "What does he look like on th' general run?" Blandly inquired Mr. Cassidy, wishing to verify his suspicions. He thought of the trouble he had with Mr. Travennes up in Santa Fe and of the reputation that gentleman possessed. Then the fact that Mr.
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