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In fact, it was the great flood of water that ran from the back of the Cliffs that caused this deep washout, or gully. Having taken hold of the unknown man and suddenly turned him so that he hung limply over the back and shoulders of his carrier, Mr. Brewster started his horse across the shale, and then turned in on the Cliff trail.
"I worried about you, Billy; what happened?" "Oh, we had a washout just this side of Utica, and the train was nearly three hours late. But I had no trouble," he said with a quiet smile. "I came down a-foot let's see Fourth Avenue, isn't it? As soon as I saw the Park I knew I was on the right trail," he laughed, his white teeth gleaming in contrast with his nut-brown skin.
She could hear the labored breathing of the horses now and suddenly two riders flashed into sight around the curve of the hill. Instantly they pulled their horses on their haunches and swung them with rein and spur into the deep washout in the gulch where the giant sagebrush hid them. It was so quickly done that Dr.
Then, unfortunately, the rains set in and the result was a mental washout that carried the last vestige of his poetical idea out into the vasty deep where individual ideas become world-thought, though there was a moment when he had an inspiration something about keeping Lent, which should typify the rains. But this, too, drifted off like a chip on an ocean, and the song became mere literary junk.
"Well, if you want my opinion, I think that's a bit of goose for you, Angela, old girl. I think you're extremely well out of it. It's a mystery to me how you stood this Glossop so long. Take him for all in all, he ranks very low down among the wines and spirits. A washout, I should describe him as. A frightful oik, and a mass of side to boot.
If it's not a washout, somebody will get fired." He went off, grumbling, but when the train stopped came back with a trooper of the North-West Mounted Police. "Where's the guy you told me to watch out for?" he asked. Lister said he did not know and offered to go with them and help find the man. It looked as if he were going to see the end of the play.
"And what do you think of our Frances?" demanded Mrs. Bill Edwards, proudly. "There's nobody in Boston's Back Bay, even, who could do better than she?" And Sue Latrop was for the time being, at least completely silenced. There had been a delay on the railroad caused by a washout; therefore Jonas Lonergan and Mr.
But the sun was fighting through the piled clouds and shone cheerfully upon the draggled pass, and Casey boiled coffee and fried bacon and bannock beside the trail, and for a little while was happy again. From breakfast until noon he was busy as a beaver repairing the washout beneath the car and on to the top of the hill.
He smiled languidly at Callahan's excited greeting, and as they ran down the yard listened without comment to the story of the washout. No words were needed to convey to Glover or to Blood the embarrassment of the situation. Freight trains crowded every track in the yard, and the block of twelve hours indicated what a two-day tie-up would mean.
One of those moods had come upon the savage child-mind when the surging blood made his eyes gleam vacantly like the great cats. Slowly the dismayed band withdrew to the washout casting backward glances at the walls which had beaten down their ambitions and would paint the tribes with ashes and blood-sacrifices for the lost. When there, they sat about dejectedly, finding no impulse to do more.
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